If I could tell you what it is about this category of perfumes that just gets my attention, I would. I like the colors purple, violet, lilac, lavender–but there is something about the scent of violets. I bought Choward violet candies–takes a little getting used to, but they’re not bad. My niece Isabelle brought me back a bottle of crystallized violets from Paris. I have those violet-flavored mints in lavender tins. I cleaned out the supply of Italian violet soaps at the Centreville Tuesday Morning one day (I have done the same thing at a TJ Maxx and Marshalls)–Italian is much, much better than the Scottish version.
But perfumes? Ah, my downfall. Violetta di Parma. Paco Rabanne’s Ultraviolet. Diane von Furstenberg’s Volcan d’Amour. Marc Jacobs’ Violet splash. Yardley’s April Violets. Christian Celle. Oscar de La Renta. Tocca. Caron’s Violette Preciuse. Good grief, I spent a cold morning in the basement yesterday unpacking all my boxed-up perfumes and sorting out which ones were violet-based and separating them, sniffing at the stopper. There is just something heady about the smell of violets.
And right behind them is the aroma of iris. Yves Rocher. Claude Galien. Yardley. Warm. Woody. Mmmm..