Unlocking a trousseau found in a crumbling French farmhouse. Thick, syrupy violet and clove, buttoned-up boots, musk, VERY sweet - yet a cinnamon-like note saves it from the jamjars . . .
This is the scent that I think wafted from the sets of Melies movies (in between the plaster, paste, and varnish) with their dozens of lady extras, hourglass-shaped Pierrettes in daring body stockings, large cruppers, the smell of a cafe-concert dressing room after a performance.