Linden Blossoms in Cambridge {Scented Thoughts - Journal}
Linden Blossoms in Cambridge
Thinking of Tagore I want to say, "Linden, linden, linden!"; the past few days have been an olfactory feast for linden blossom lovers. First, branches that were usually high-up in the sky have descended towards the sidewalks, escaping the confines of terracotta-colored brick garden walls as if eager to share their bounty; now they have started to reach woman height, then like an eccentric Alexander Mc Queen butterfly hat, but without any opening here to allow for normal vision, they also gradually descended upon my head, willing to coiffe me with their featheriness and ethereal pompoms and finally slapping me in the face as I walked, preferably, underneath them. At that point where the linden tree blossoms and leaves were hovering just above my hair, a cascade of pale green cotton mimicking heavy succulent grapes zeroing in on earth, and maybe before that getting off at a station to tickle the noses of children, it made me stop dead in my tracks. I was suddenly surrounded in the heat by the isolating capsule of a cool sensation smelling of fresh green melon and immediately I recognized it "Un Jardin Après La Mousson!" Then I asked myself, puzzled "who might be wearing Un Jardin Après La Mousson with so much assertiveness?" Nobody but the linden tree apparently; the blossoms were just displaying a hitherto unnoticed facet: an aquatic green melon one, which together with the natural buttery nuance of the flowers made for a sketch of a moment in the development of UJALM. Then of course I asked myself, "Was there any linden in the perfume and I mistook it for a green melon note?"...
On another perpendicular street nearby there is another old linden tree. A few more days in the week have gone by. The blossoms have started to look singed; they are russet-colored where once they were an aniseed green. A leisurely walking pace opens space for perceptual attention to my surroundings - proverbially inclined people do recommend to take the time to smell the roses, don't they? That other Linden tree thus also suddenly reveals a similar tremendous will to live and expand. I never looked at it really until I could smell it. It stands visibly a venerable landmark on the landscape but betrays a different nature, that of a vegetal wild animal waiting surreptitiously on yet another corner of a street for its prey to fall into the embrace of its charcoal and green bending branches; the heavy animalic indoles are dripping, vaporizing into the summer atmosphere. The hot humid air acts as a sensual pulsating skin carrying and emphasizing the scents coming from the tree. The dark leafy shade seems to be harboring a tribe of silently gesticulating monkeys, hooting at the passer-bys, in sum, ready to mate. At the same time in contrast to this primal brutality that is so apparent to the nose, the linden tree plays out exquisite nuances of one moment, tea, another moment, acacia honey, dewy melon, pollen, butter, hay, dry herbs, chamomile, woods, what not; it wants to enrapture you; it is intoxication personified.
The tree is beastly, sanguine and alive but also sensitive, playing the violin, stroking a harpsichord. All the stops have been removed, all the arsenal of evolutionary coquetry has been deployed and the linden tree is waiting immobile, wavering slightly in the breeze, seemingly endowed with movement and life and musicality and anointed for chance encounters.
Previous Posts in Scented Thoughts:
Le Guide du Parfum by Rebecca Veuillet-Gallot: Book Review
Cynthia Rowley Flower & Petal Part 1: Slumming in Avonland & Encountering Odors, In A Good Way
Of Gabrielle Coco Chanel & Roses: Chanel No. 5 As The Anti-Rose Scent
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Thank you so much; this was so beautiful to read.
If you like to wear the scent of linden, Neil Morris' Clear is incredible.
Posted by: Debbie | July 2, 2008
Thank you for your kind words!
I will most definitely give your recommendation a try. I have been smelling Mémoire Liquide Tilleul de Grasse, Jo Malone French Lime Blossom and also reviewed Tilleul by d'Orsay.
Posted by: Marie-Helene | July 2, 2008
I loved reading this. I've never had the pleasure of smelling linden, but I recently got a sample of Delrae's Debut, which has linden in it, and immediately thought of honeydew melon.
Posted by: Karen | July 2, 2008
Thank you!
It is so interesting to see how scents overlap in nature and how perfumers need to or cannot but simplify them and stylize them, unless they use more natural ingredients. But then, it's also nature captured at just one point in time...
Posted by: Marie-Helene Wagner | July 3, 2008
Thank you for rescuing the Un Jardin Après La Mousson for me! Everyone on all the blogs online everywhere had been saying 'melon, melon' and of course I dislike artificial melon fragrance. I was going to pass this one up. But linden is another matter - it is a scent I adore desperately. So thank you very much for saving this one from my ignorance - I now cannot wait to try it.
Posted by: Ruby M | July 3, 2008
Ah, I hope you like that nuance in Un Jardin Après La Mousson!
I'd say in general that it's a good idea not to give up on a scent because of a single note because the technology of perfume progresses quickly and a smell you might not have liked one year might have been perfected the next one. Also the treatment itself can make a perfume note you don't care for usually smell better than expected.
Posted by: Marie-Helene Wagner | July 3, 2008