Mr Hulot’s Holiday

These past few days my fragrance has been ushering many compliments my way. This is a highly unusual situation for me and thus, I never know how to respond. I have come to reply like so;

FANX! It’s Mr Hulot’s Holiday!”

I discovered this unassuming looking bottle of magic on a trip to Liberty of London for £46.00.

If I am entirely honest, it was the simplicity of the bottle amongst all those ornate and flamboyant flagons that caught my eye. The curious name recalled an old film that I once watched. I had to try some!

I did, and I was seduced by Mr Hulot. I simply would not go home without him.

The maker of this scent describes it as:
“The salty breath of the breeze off the Mediterranean, driftwood, rocks covered with seaweed and the smell of old leather suitcases”

For me, it captures and distills so much that I love in life within it’s glass walls. The fleeting citrus aura of Mediterranean holidays. Clean balmy sun and breeze dried laundry. The powdery comfort of Sunday lie-ins on a cloudy warm day. It smells of happy memories and and delicate treasures, and driftwood and vast skies.

It may be a drawback for some of you to know that this is not an intensely lasting fragrance, as it withers after a few hours. As for me, this is part of the ethereal appeal.

I am not sure how a fragrance can be so alluring to me. I am congratulating CB I HATE PERFUME for this work of imagination. It is by far my most favourite fragrance. My Hulot’s Holiday is a unisex fragrance but I am not telling Hiro this…….yet!

My bottle of Mr Hulot’s Holiday came wrapped in the CB Manifesto. It makes rather interesting reading:

CB Manifesto

I hate perfume.

Perfume is too often an ethereal corset trapping everyone in the same unnatural shape

A lazy and inelegant concession to fashionable ego

Too often a substitute for true allure and style

An opaque shell concealing everything – revealing nothing

A childish masque hiding the timid and unimaginative

An arrogant slap in the face from across the room

People who smell like everyone else disgust me

* * * * * * *

Perfume is a veil that reveals the soul

Perfume is the fanfare of our individuality sounding differently to everyone who listens

Perfume is a signpost to our true selves – a different journey for the brave to travel

Perfume is the weather of our inner world bringing life to a personal landscape

Perfume is an art that shows us who we can be if we dare – an invisible portrait of who we are

Perfume is discovered fully only by our lovers when we are together – naked

* * * * * * *

I encourage you to be yourself,

expand yourself and please yourself

Allow yourself the luxury

of your own vision

Perfume is an adventure

I encourage you to explore

I love making perfume

I love being a perfumer

Christopher Brosius
Originally Written 1992
Copy-written & Revised 2004

oooooh that Monsieur Hulot!

Apologies for my perfume pontifications…….I don’t ‘alf bang on when I get going!