L’Aventura Perfumes Mothlight and AI generated background, collage by Nicoleta
“There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.” F. Scott Fitzgerald
I’ve written before in my review of Christele Jaquemin’s Meandering Soul of the effect of “breaking the fourth wall” (how I called it for lack of a more specific term) that some fragrances trigger in me. Like catching a clear signal through static, that I immediately recognize and connect to, strongly, deeply, and emotionally, making me feel like an alien stranded on a distant planet that finally receives news from home. A home about which I have forgotten all the details, or how to return to – but never how it felt. “Can you hear me, Major Tom?”
Loud and clear.
Jessica Mara of L’Aventura Perfumes
“ I am a born maker. I love process and exploration. I love the excitement of creation and I love the tediousness of refinement. I want to create scents that surprise and delight, that are unconventional and intriguing. I want to create scents that allow an escape from where you are or take you to a place to explore. Scents that are novel, yet familiar. Scents that conjure imaginary spaces for you to make real or remembered spaces to return to. I want to create scents that reflect my experiences and mirror people the way I see them – complex, gorgeously flawed and perfect.” -excerpted from Jessica Mara of L’Aventura Perfumes in her Profiles in American Perfumery essay.
AI generated images and Juggling the Planets drawing by J.J. Grandville, 1844
L’Aventura Perfumes Mothlight broadcasted, as soon as I sprayed it on my wrists and opened a portal that drew me back in time to a very specific moment I haven’t thought of in so many years. I must be around eleven and it’s winter, so sunset comes early, so when I get out of school it’s past five and almost pitch dark. Each night I feel deliciously grown up as I walk the fifteen minutes walk home, accompanied by the yellow street post lights, choosing the company of my headphones over the merry gossip of my colleagues who are starting to be interested in – yawn- boys. As a sophisticated woman of almost 12, I am living my own intense imaginary love life with the first (and only) celebrity crush of my life – Freddie Mercury. The fact that he was no longer alive was just a small detail that did not dim my very publicly proclaimed love. My fixation has infiltrated other areas of my life, and now, trying to dig up all the details of my latest obsession – the Innuendo album – I have discovered that the illustrations were made by an artist named Grandville, back in the 1800s and I am convinced that these drawings have some alchemical deeper meaning buried inside them. In a world where I use the Bene Gesserit litanies of fear before my math tests, there is no suspension of disbelief in imagining a spell that I would be able to use so that Freddie and I are – finally – in the same timeline. Of course, as I plot and imagine these things I don’t listen to Queen, but to a band that will be forever engraved in my memory as the soundtrack to my first love stories of my life – the one that never was – but felt more real than some others that followed. Ahem. Sniffing my wrists, I read that Mothlight was inspired by a Cure song and I held my breath, avalanched back to the first riffs of that song, there in the flickering yellow streetlamps lights, back on Fascination Street.
“Oh, I’ll dust my lemon lies/ With powder, pink and sweet/ The day I stop is the day you change/ And fly away from me/ You flicker and you’re beautiful/ You glow inside my head/ You hold me hypnotized, I’m mesmerized/ Your flames, the flames that kiss me dead” The Cure, Caterpillar girl lyrics
Anais Nin and collage of L’Aventura Perfumes promo pics
L’Aventura Perfumes Mothlight feels as real as nostalgia for a faux memory can get. Deliciously unnerving, just like the warm – but- blue lights of the open flame gas cooker where the kettle boils the Lipton Yellow Label tea until it’s black. It tastes like slices of lemon drowning in honey and dissolving in tea, sizzles like the crackle of the dried-out hidden cigarette, smoked on the balcony. It gathers a heavy knot of stormclouds outside that you could feel at the edge of your temples, pulsing, burring your head and breathing in your own warm skin, there, in the wool cocoon of your sweater, each breath closer to the new truth and further from who you were a second ago. Brings the texture of stone walls of my church by the edge of the sea, then opens the metal doors of the candle cabinets placed outside, cold to the touch but never frozen, there where the ones burning for the dead are separated from the ones lit in prayer for the living. My fingers tremble on the yellow wax that will borrow the flickering light and pass it forward.
Nostalgic, deep, warm, a mixture of sepia sweetness and musky sensual abandon, that is fit for the ones who want to romanticize the living lights out of every day. For those who are not afraid to get burned, just to feel the flames. For those who want to be consumed by what consumes them – be them memories or the longing to get burned again. I would see it worn by Anais Nin, in her long black hair, in the nights with full moon, as she went moonbathing. “I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
PS – If i close my eyes and imagine Mothlight as sound, it’s here, the sound of fluttering wings in the background of this song.
Fragrance notes: Lemon, pink peppercorn, ambrette seed, snuffed candle, sandalwood, musks
Nicoleta Tomsa, Senior Editor
Disclosure: Sample kindly offered by the brand, opinions are my own
L’Aventura Perfumes Mothlight photo, courtesy of the brand
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Editor’s Note: There seems no better way to begin Women’s History Month March 1,2023 with such a gifted journalist, a talented woman perfumer, and to writer Anais Nin, the feminist, the femme fatale, the wildly impassioned and perfectly flawed woman.
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