As brutal, bitter winter readies itself to pounce, one envies the creatures who simply pack it in and hibernate until spring. The rest of us wander around chilled in body and spirit, a quart low on both vitamin D and optimism, suffering for want of a beauty we can embrace without fear of frostbite. At this time, two things strike me as gifts worth their weight in gold: fresh flowers and sunshine. In the bleakness of winter, no panacea could be more miraculous than a bouquet of rare blossoms, or a flood of benevolent light and heat just when your weary bones need it most.
Authored by former L'Oreal exec Yvon Mouchel and promulgated worldwide from a tiny village on Brittany's Côte d'Émeraude, Divine brings to December what we most desire: both flowers and sunshine in abundance.
Every super team needs a heroine. If the Magi were the Mod Squad, Divine would be its Peggy Lipton. This glorious blonde of a scent -- goddesslike in stature but gentle and yielding at heart -- wins us outright with an armful of ambrosial flowers, sweetened to perfection. Now, while gardenia and tuberose lend dewy moisture to a floral, they also lower its temperature, trapping it in the blue light of perpetual deep shade. Mouchel corrects this tendency by applying warm tones of vanilla, peach, and rose to the overall picture so that it glows with golden light. The effect is that of masses of petals, soft as charmeuse, still warm from the sun.
There are no thorns in this bouquet; nothing hidden, no mysteries. Divine lays all her charms out on the table for us to take what we will. Only a goddess could provide such celestial riches-- and only a woman could delight so in giving it all away.
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;
Not in a lovers'-knot, not in a ring
Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain—
Semper fidelis, where a secret spring
Kennels a drop of mischief for the brain:
Love in the open hand, no thing but that,
Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt,
As one should bring you cowslips in a hat
Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt,
I bring you, calling out as children do:
"Look what I have!—And these are all for you."
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Scent Elements: Peach, coriander, gardenia, tuberose, rose de Mai, oakmoss, musk, vanilla, spices