Heeley Cuir Pleine Fleur

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(Image, New York Times. 10th St. Russian-Turkish Baths)

I wore Heeley Cuir Pleine Fleur today. I used to wear it quite a bit, but haven’t lately. The cool, violet-leaf birch tea scent of it always reminded me of rolling in heaps of New England autumn leaves. Dried fallen leaves (maple, oak, sycamore) soaked by rain have a cool aromatic quality somewhere between black tea and an herbal tisane.

But today I had two new and unrelated thoughts about Cuir Pleine Fleur. First, it reminded me of getting a platza, a vigorous body scrub/massage done with a sort of dried oak leaf broom and lots of sudsy water. Cuir Pleine Fleur’s floral birch-suede smelled like steeped leaves and soap scented atmosphere of the Russian Turkish baths I used to go to on Sundays when I lived in New York.

Also, today Cuir Pleine Fleur smelled like a modern Jolie Madame. More streamlined and less plush, but a sharp violet note against cold leather is their common ground. They both have an appealing combination of astringency and aloofness.

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