Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Quand vient la pluie

Yeah, this one. Almost half a litre of extrait.

The picture won't get any better, the bottle got split and decants are already mailed in all the directions. On Sunday, I and Domenica, who sort of organized it (although some of the gals started arguing that they got the idea first, that they mentioned it first etc.) met, decanted, got ready for mailing and then had a bottle of wonderful Cabernet Sauvignon from Moldova.
The Guerlain people could rething the big bottle, though. It's that sort that calls for relabelling it 'cherry brandy' and filling it with anti-freeze (1). And, I don't have a clue how is one supposed to pour it from the bottle to the tiny lovely flacon because the big bottle is full nearly to the brim and in order not to spill the contents, one needs to pour it rather vigorously. My table will smell of chocolate violets for quite a time, I guess.
I have a cold so I can only provide a cursory impression: Quand vient la pluie has nothing to do with rain, it's violets and bitter chocolate and I could imagine it as excellent bonbons. And, it blends perfectly well with Dzongkha which I happened to wear yesterday in the chocolate violets impregnated room.

I'm a magpie and I like all things shiny, which is no news to anyone who knows me at least a little bit. So... Quand vient la pluie comes with a round spray bottle and a bottle holder in the shape of a brick with leaf imprinted. Big one for extrait, with a bejewelled bottle, while eau de parfum gets a smaller brick of glass and plain bottle. Domenica owns the edp and brought it for comparison.

I got hold of the glass brick (2), now it sits on my table and it's being pretty. I think I could tie a piece of string through the flacon-holding hole and use it as an assault weapon, should it be needed. And yeah, I have a red table. It was on sale in Ikea... sometimes money wins over taste.

Quand vient la pluie was a limited release in 2007 and it may still be available at Maison Guerlain. Or not anymore.

(1) It's an old joke: Darling, where is the vinegar? Oh, you old fool, between the cleaning stuff, in a wine bottle labelled Developer.
And, my jams are in yoghurt or mayonnaise jars, we're a recycling household. In other words, unless you're absolutely sure, it's recommended to at least sniff every container or you find yourself being suffocated by truffle oil in the pharmacy bottle that says it holds some skin ointment, knowing that I use used pharmacy bottles for perfumes... or drinking the infamous thermonuclear calvados brandy and wondering why the Martini is so strong. And I'm not mentioning turpentine.
(2) because it's shiny


  1. I grew up in a household of spurious labels on recycled bottles, which is part of how I got to sniffing everything in the first place! Enjoy QVlP; I was surprised how much I liked it given that most recent Guerlain releases are like a naughty afternoon in Willy Wonka's factory on me. And not in a good way. That sounds like a great afternoon.


  2. Erin,
    I tried hard to like something by Guerlain and I agree with you. Idylle is simply awful. I have a sample somewhere around, there were some packed to that beauty, and I plan to review it when I have a masochistic moment.