That Human Perfume, Tool Of Seduction

Agreed, today’s topic is more than slightly bizarre. And not even a mere Bangkok topic. A question first. Ever read Patrick Süskind’s Perfume? The masterpiece about Jean-Baptiste Grenouille in 18th century France? Born with no scent of his own? Driven to murder in order to create the perfect perfume?

Here we go. We didn’t have to murder, but we found that perfect perfume. What else you want in a city like Bangkok where the latest and newest trends are copied before they’re even invented in Paris or New York. Imagine, just a whiff – and knees and senses falter.

Now take this: A perfume that smells like blood, sweat, sperm, saliva and, yes, adrenalin. A scent of concentrated humanity. No joke. Disgusted? Am I the only one intrigued by it? Tried it. And love it. It’s not a Bulgari or Chanel perfume. It’s an extension of the human body’s secretions. And that’s just the beginning.

So very very wrong? Believe me. It’s not. That perfume is as real as the scent of a human body in ecstatic human emotion. Or just take some of the names of the fragrances of rather raunchy French perfumery Etat Libre d’Orange:

Vraie Blonde (real blonde); Vierges et Toreros (virgins & toreros); Delicious Closet Queen; Jasmin et Cigarette; Putain des Palaces (hotel slut).

Their fluidum fatale is as if made for a Bangkok where the most fascinating is most often the raw, uncensored human; under the veil of chastity; a call from the animal kingdom in disguise.

Don’t ask what exactly the ingredients and raw materials of those fluidum letale are. Etat Libre d’Orange “claims the rarity of the raw material used and the talent of impassioned noses, and favors the encounter of an authentic perfume to be, as opposed to playing the hazardous game of uniformity for anonymous users.”

“A land of olfactory liberality, free from every taboo, where insubordination and olfactory eroticism reign supreme.”

And rightly so. Olfactory “craftsmanship replaces industry and marketing concepts.” The subversive perfumery is even declaring the “birth of a newly liberated territory: The Free State of Orange. Perfume is dead. Long live perfume.”

The French perfumers are restoring freedom of olfactory expression. As if it were a return to the quintessence of perfume, to its raw animality, to its erotic energy, to the power of evoking the body and its urges.

Or never wanted to wear seduction like a second skin?

I’m not telling you which avant-garde scent of the innovative French perfumery I’m favoring. Or you want everybody in Bangkok to smell the same?

Make your own choice. Choose and wear your innermost like a dare – which is, you must agree, a very Bangkok thing after all.

And let’s start counting the days the French perfumers collection becomes available in the city of the oh so many virtues and vices.

La Collection de l’Etat Libre d’Orange




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June 19, 2008 | Filed Under Fashion & Style, Health, Body & Mind, Nightlife & Entertainment 

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