Fragrant France and fabulous fun!
It’s not often your mum turns 70! In fact, it’s a one-off occasion, and my much loved mum was about to hit this milestone. She has always had a passion and appreciation for good French perfumes. What better birthday gift, I thought, than a trip to the beautiful area of Grasse in the southern part of France, and her own personal perfume-making experience.
As a young, itinerant travelling backpacker, I had visited Grasse a couple of times, and left each time laden down with flagons of beautiful scents. This, however, was going to be my first attempt at creating my own version of my perfect perfume.
Across we flew, just a couple of weeks before Christmas, to Nice Airport. This is a couple of hours away from Grasse whichever route of transport you choose to use, but a flurry of delays on our flight out, which in itself became a parody of flight delay reasons and experiences, caused us to arrive a lot later than we expected, and our transport options needed to be sorted out in the dark. Let’s just say that the thrice-delayed flight actually just laid the foundations for a journey that continued the theme of transport not quite going to plan! Eventually a combination of bus, train, walking and taxi eventually got us to our warm hotel and a good glass of French wine!
Our fragrance course at Galimard Parfumerie was two-part. Day one involved creating your own signature fragrance. I love perfume and find scents very evocative of memories and emotions, and sitting in front of the perfume organ, as they call the array of rows of individual fragrances, was heady! The fragrances are split into base notes, middle notes and high notes, and each one was explained and explored. We then smelled from a series of identifying fragrances, giving you an indication of the fragrance families to which your sense of scent is most attracted. This was my first realisation that you need to forget any preconceptions you may have had about what you like and what you don’t like, and just follow your instincts! Don’t look to read the name of the fragrance, just trust your gut feel and listen to your heart.
We were taken through the process of selecting and mixing first your base notes, followed by your middle notes, and finishing off with the high notes, all sniffed at separately and together, blending and mixing, adjusting and adapting, until eventually you had in front of you a fragrance in which your identity and preferences are key.
Much to our surprise, given that we share a love for many of the same type of perfumes, my mum and I started off with diametrically opposed starting points, and ended up with very different end results. My fragrance brought to mind warmth, floral and mystery, making me feel that I could almost remember something very comforting and beautiful. It reminds me of summer, or autumn. My mum defied her 70 years by developing a fragrance that was fresh and bright, a lovely green and softly spicy scent that harked towards the cleanness of winter or the freshness of spring. And very happily, we both loved both fragrances and were thrilled with their unique personality.
Day two involved the creation of a bespoke home fragrance, and so the perfume organ tended to be populated by the fragrances of things we eat or drink, making it a smaller but nonetheless impressive selection of possibilities. Taken through the same process but with the home as it’s heart, the journey towards this fragrance was different and equally enjoyable. We got to have a trial run, and a second attempt as standard, so if you were completely happy with your first fragrance, you could repeat it, or you could adapt it and leave with two variations of home fragrance. We both opted for the latter, so for the last few weeks my home has smelt more spicy than it will in the next few weeks, when I will uncap and scent my home with a more woody aroma!
Certificate of completion in hand, and a glass of champagne to celebrate our accomplishments, and we left feeling as though we had experienced something unforgettable! While in Grasse, it is well worth exploring the museums and workshops of any of the parfumeries of the area, smelling their beautiful products, and looking at every field of flowers and plants with a new eye, or more to the point, a new nose! The tradition of fine fragrance runs so deep and strong through this part of the French countryside that everyone you meet will happily share their love of what their beautiful area has to offer as it’s speciality.
The town of Grasse is lovely. Big enough to keep you completely occupied for days if you choose, it is populated with eateries, shops, museums and churches that have much to offer, and the sheer loveliness of the countryside is a treat in itself. We chose to catch a bus to Nice, and I am always quick to confess that I love the opportunity to have a little peek into the lives of others. Driving through the little towns and villages, past the schools and homes of people living a life that is somehow so different to your own, and yet in many ways so similar, is one of my great personal joys of travel. Arriving in Nice by daylight was a lot easier than arriving by night, and as the South of France has always been one of my top destination spots, it seemed like a great idea to spend our last day exploring Nice and, given the time of the year, it’s Christmas market.
Despite a double knee replacement, my mum has always chosen to embrace life and it’s opportunities and when she accompanies us on holidays, she is as game as we are to walk anywhere in the world flat. Her knee surgeons would be proud of the fact that she intends utilising the new lease of life her improved knees have given her, and use them tirelessly! And walk we did! From enormous shopping centres to the much anticipated market, we explored Nice. We used it’s great bus service but we also walked miles, and the only downside of our Christmas market visit was the rain!
It was certainly not the biggest Christmas market I have visited, but it was a lovely mix of food, drink, gifts, flowers and unusual bits and pieces. It was only when I was waiting for my flight, carting around two lovely bunches of fragrant lavender and roses, that I questioned my sanity! There is a lot to be said for winter markets in Europe, because delicious coffee, hot chocolate and fresh crepes clutched in cold hands under sheltering awnings taste better than ever, and warm restaurants serving good food become not just a high point, but a dry point as well!
It was without a doubt a birthday present that I know my mum will remember and appreciate forever. Sometimes, we need to think about what we love, and what memories and experiences we want to take with us in our memory banks into the rest of our lives, and make them happen. Sometimes those things will be small and easily achievable, and sometimes they will seem hugely challenging and difficult to make real. This was a dream come true that was relatively easy to make a reality, but many of the dreams we might have may take a lot of thought, time, money and effort. But always, the end result is priceless. Life should be a series of experiences, not a frustration of empty dreams. May you enjoy every minute of making your wishes come true!
What dreams do you want to make come true? And what dreams do those you love wish to experience?