Devil Sans Disguise

VI The Lovers - The Bohemian Gothic Tarot

–  a review of Histoires de Parfums’ ‘1740 – Marquis de Sade’ 

Since that November night two years ago, when I first conjured up my idiosyncratic Devil and my own Faustian tale, I’ve been haunted by…that scent he emanates. Why I wrote it into the story, I can’t tell you. It just arrived out of the ether unbidden in the very first draft…arrived, and then refused to leave.

Meanwhile, I’ve sniffed many things to see if I could find some close approximation. I’ve read a lot of reviews. I do mean…a lot…of reviews. Along the way, and with certain goosebumps of …intuition?, I came across one in particular that for no reason I could define (other than those goosebumps), made me think that heretical thought:

“What if…this were the one?”

It wasn’t the wildly differing reviews I read, not the obvious associations, not even the list of the notes themselves, nothing except that cold chill of intuitive anticipation…something, something there, something about that genie in that bottle, that idea, that concept…

Along the way from there to here, I huffed and I puffed like a latter-day perfumoholic Goldilocks, always on the hunt for the one that was…just right… 

Some were too elegant, some not quite refined enough. One came very close, but that was a scent for one very particular occasion in my story…my protagonist’s first fatal forty hours with the Devil at the Chelsea Hotel, but what happened later?

What would the Devil wear when he appears in a Copenhagen café on a sunny spring afternoon, what has that whiff of damn-the-consequences, that erotic taint of danger and taste of subversion that makes my protagonist think:

“I don’t care. I don’t care. Now. Yes. Please.

These not a few scents later, the writer who cooked that hare-brained idea up knows, knows it in her bones, and it is – much like her Devil – not at all what she expected.

Understand, this perfume is a leitmotif throughout the storyline, and I had not planned for it. In that way only a perfume can be, it was something sinful, something sexy, something dangerous, something skewed masculine, something with a tinge of leather and a twinge of rock’n’roll and the fevered heat of 4/4 and an underlying howl of testosterone. Sacred and profane, sin and damnation, want and need, scorching heat and blinding light.

That was my idea of the Devil’s scent, and all this time, it was hiding in plain sight. Yet, I knew it was out there, knew it would find me…and one day, it did.

Meanwhile, a friend and fellow blogger of mine is jumping up and down with ill-concealed glee, a friend who knows the entire tale of my protagonist and her Devil, she knew even before the author, she knew…

It is, ladies and gentlemen, Histoires de Parfums ‘1740 – Marquis de Sade’.

Yes, Dee, you can laugh in 3…2…1…

I sometimes refer to fragrant epiphanies as ‘having a cow’. Sometimes, I’ve had an entire herd of mild-mannered bovines.

‘1740’ is not a herd of bovines. This is an entire cattle ranch of stampeding Hereford across the Argentine pampas, hell…it’s all of Argentina and every cow in Australia, too!

M. Ghislain, you have some explaining to do. How did you know? 

Readers, just indulge me for a moment and pack away any associations with that notorious Marquis. I’ll be getting back to him. Forget whatever you might have heard about ‘1740’, forget it all.

Come with me to a Copenhagen café on a bright spring afternoon. Cue that sunshine burst of bergamot…oh, hello! How nice to see you here…whereupon the poor woman is hit with that note that always unglues her whenever she encounters it. It’s given as ‘davana sensualis’, which is a fancy way of saying ‘artemisia pallens’, the sacred herb of Shiva.

Surprise! So the hapless Shakti in my story is swiped sideways in all ways… and next she knows, she is swept off her feet by a hint of black, leathery patchouli, cardamom and coriander, faintly repulsive, animus and animal, yet so fascinating, so swoonable and almost overpowering, she is helpless to resist.

Surely, you expected no less of the Devil’s scent?

My Devil is no ordinary Devil, is not, in fact, particularly evil. Evil, as he says in the prologue, is a construct humans have invented to justify their actions. But he is a bit dark gray in places, places the protagonist wants to know, and darker still in other places where his temper lurks to startle her – that breathless lash of birch and leather, that shock of labdanum and in some secret place only he and she will know, that sweet and haunting, elemi trace of vanilla and immortelle, where he breathes into her ear one midnight hour when they are all the world they need to know…

No one knows but you.

‘1740’ is that tale in a bottle, that love letter in the story, that mutual heat and divine madness.

And all this time – two years by now as I wrestle with revisions – I thought it was a perfume or a soul only my imagination could be twisted enough to conjure.

I have one fervent prayer. Bastet, Goddess of perfume, please ensure that I never, ever encounter this on my Devil’s chosen disguise, or else I shall redefine the ‘perdu’ in ‘pain perdu’. I can’t be held accountable for the consequences if I do.

Maybe you might have an idea that ‘1740’ is simply a very unusual masculine, named for one notorious 18th-century iconoclast and byword for Dearly Dedicated Pervert. It is – a very unusual perfume, and I dare say, if as a woman you have the attitude for Piguet’s ‘Bandit’, you can certainly get away with this.

I prefer not to ponder too long on whatever perfumes the Marquis might have worn. However, in common with my creation, my Devil, they both share a common thread. No matter what you might associate with the Marquis or his writings, if they have one common theme, it would be a declared war on hypocrisy and dogma, a right to assert one’s philosophy and all consequences be damned.

As he writes himself in “Philosophy in the Bedroom”:

It is only by sacrificing everything to the senses’ pleasure that this individual, who never asked to be cast into this Universe of woe, who goes under the name of man, may be able to sow a smattering of roses atop the thorny path of life.

My Devil would agree. And then, he would disappear, off for his next assignation with that poor, doomed protagonist, whose nose could never resist such temptation..or such a Devil as her own… and mine.

And Dee, devious minx that you are, you have some explaining to do…As does M. Ghislain…;-)

I truly love my fragrant friend and facilitator, Lucy, who made this possible. I am more grateful than she knows…

Notes for ‘1740 – Marquis de Sade’:

Top: Bergamot, Davana Sensualis

Heart: Patchouli, Coriander, Cardamom

Base: Cedar, Birch, Labdanum, Leather, Vanilla, Elemi, Immortelle

The entire ‘Histoires de Parfums line is available in many locations, including The Perfume Shoppe and First in Fragrance, as well as directly from the Histoires de Parfums website.

For other reviews of ‘1740’, may I recommend Suzanne’s, Lucy’s, Dee’s, and Olfactoria’s.

Image: “VI The Lovers” from The Bohemian Gothic Tarot

19 thoughts on “Devil Sans Disguise

  1. This makes me think of the film Quills, you must have seen it, with the Marquis,
    which actually succeeds in making an interlude of necrophilia in a church seem utterly romantic. Then you have to laugh when you realize what a perfectly transgressive scene you’ve just completely identified with. It’s all about the POV — Devil might be what you call someone who you find out is not the Angel you thought they were at the beginning.
    So happy you got such a charge out of the H de P set, I think it’s a brilliant concept and you are my choice as the ideal person to review them.

    1. Lucy, I’d have to agree with you…what Quills (a longtime favorite movie) and this perfume have in common is that disquieting sense of being had…and yet…

      And yet.

      I got a massive charge out of that HdP sample set. I’ve been most thoroughly impressed by the idea that literature and writers inspire perfumes, just as perfume inspires writers!

      I suspect that Devil of mine has another name, but it’s not quite so romantic. I could call him Cousin Id…;-)

  2. I couldn’t agree with you more.1740 is a deep and dark scent.To me it’s old world smell with a hint of dread perhaps the smell of a room in the castle of Vlad Tepes.Immortelle is a notoriously difficult note to work with as it can completely dominate a scent.It’s perfectly dosed here.Try Annick Goutal’s “Sables’ for another take on it.It’s refreshing to see a perfume line willing to take risks.Histories de Parfums consistently put out quality scents with high quality materials.If I have one pet peeve with a perfume it’s poor lasting power.All of their scents last.I swear I can detect a bit of that same leather/immortelle note in their 1876 Mata Hari scent.It’s not listed but seems to waver in and out.

    1. Hello, Robert! And now nice to see you here! You and I can only agree…1740 smells, well, dangerous, or dangerously erotic, or erotically dangerous, there’s no other way to say it.

      Immortelle is a note that as you say can go either very good or very bad, but whichever way it goes, it must be handled with care. I haven’t yet tried the Goutal, but my own favorite immortelle-centric perfume is Etat Libre d’Orange’s ‘Like This’, where it’s spiced up and happy…

      I’m very impressed with the entire Histoires de Parfums line – both in terms of quality and longevity. As a writer, I also find the concepts and inspirations behind them very, very appealing!

      And I have an entire sample collection of everything HdP to go through…so there will be more fragrant thrills ahead!

  3. I’ve been wondering ever since I read your manuscript (all in one gulp, by the way) what real perfume might smell like your Devil. His scent–and its effects–are described so compellingly and now the real life equivalent has been identified? I’m going to have to add another one to the list.

    1. Goodness, Ylesuin, you’ve read my book and I never knew????

      Pass the smelling salts. I really should start paying more attention…;-)

      Yes, I’m afraid you’re going to have to add this one to the list. Mea Culpa!

      My Devil made me do it! 😉

  4. I just…I’m breathless reading this. I will find a sample of this, this weekend, or else I shall die.

    Your Devil is an all too appealing fellow, and if he smells as good as you say…well, who am I to keep myself from falling down his path?

    Oh, Diabla, the things you toss at us! I need this, I need this…and I need to reread the Sade I own. The last time I tried my hand, I wasn’t ready for him. I think I am now.


    1. Joey…go for it! I do believe this is one temptation you might find hard to resist…;-)

      I know. I know…I’m dangerous to know!

      De Sade has written some questionable literature. But I can appreciate his antidote to Rousseau fluff, his war against hypocrisy – not just of his own own time, but of all time, and how he made no compunctions about following his inclinations where they took him. And yes, you have to be ready for him! That took me a while, too! 😉

  5. This was my favourite of the Histoires bunch when I tested them.
    And I thought it was the most seducing perfume when worn by men, I should try and see if it might work in the opposite way as well. 😉

  6. I am going to have a rummage in my HdP box when I get home and see if I have still kept this one – it is an absolute must-try after reading your review, and losing one’s soul sounds like a small price to pay! ; – )

    1. Well, Vanessa…that’s one thing that separates my version of Faust with all the other ones…According to Saint Augustine, women don’t have a soul to sell! (True…and his ‘City of God’ is the only book I’ve thrown out of a window in a rage and left to rot!)

      But ‘1740’ is dangerously delicious…and like nothing else, that’s for certain!

  7. It’s taken me ages to comment, because, what can I say? You have made a lasso with words and captured the best of what can be said about 1740. I love the fragrance, and I love the character that it reminds me of 😉

    So I’m just here to say, f**k yeah sister!

    1. Well, Dee, I can think of plenty of things you might have to say, but instead, I’ll say, as indeed I stated in my review…of course, you realize this is all your fault! 😉

      I suspect f*** yeah was the idea…And Grald Ghislain still has some ‘splainin’ to do!

      1. LOL, unless you’re my husband, in which case it’s not so much f*** yeah as it is crinkling his nose and asking, “what are you wearing??” 😉

        I think I’m due for a re-reading of QD, while wearing 1740!!

      2. Stay tuned, darling! QD is undergoing a massive makeover. I seem to recall something about a 250 word challenge some time ago…As soon as the madness of the coming days subsides a little, I have A Plan…;)

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