Beauty Products from France: Hermes Eau D’Orange Verte
Posted Jun 20 2013 8:32pm
Certain things are synonymous with glamour:
Audrey Hepburn…Chanel No. 5…Paris in the springtime…
To that list, I humbly propose Hermes Eau D’Orange Verte , which is essentially the most high-end unisex fragrance on the planet.
Ever since my days at Lucky, Hermes Eau D’Orange Verte has been the gold-standard for bath products. When you walk into a bathroom and there’s Hermes Eau D’Orange Verte there, you know things are about to get FANCY. In my experience, this means five-star chateau hotels, cozy “little” eight-bedroom manses in the English countryside with east and west wings, what have you.
E. and I have had two amazing sleepytime experiences here in France. The first was courtesy of Avenue Story , which rents out luxury apartments in Paris (and England), giving you all the amenities of a five-star hotel with the comforts of an Upper East Side apartment. (I still need to do a dedicated post about their concierge service, but now that E. and I are post-proposal, I’ve discovered that Avenue Story was hooking us up all over the place with reservations, train schedules and tickets, recommendations and the like. But I digress.) Thanks to Avenue Story, we stayed in a magnificent two-story apartment on the Rue de Bac. It was epic.
The second amazing sleepy time experience was yesterday, in Reims, Champagne, where we stayed at Chateau Les Crayeres, a Relais et Chateaux property featuring a Michelin-starred restaurant. More epic-ness, but of an entirely different sort. Post to come on that, too.
Point is, both of these hoity-toity sleepy time experiences featured Hermes Eau D’Orange Verte products in the bathrooms: shampoo, body wash, cologne, the whole lot. If you haven’t smelled Hermes Eau D’Orange Verte for yourself, let try to explain…
It’s green. It’s woodsy. It’s warm and cocooning.
It feels like the sort of fragrance you want to wear while wrapped in cashmere, a Barbour jacket draped over your arm, walking stick, Wellies, and golden retriever at the ready. It just *smells* expensive, but in the best, most low-key, most unpretentious way. And as anybody who has ever spent any time around upper-crust English people knows, the most glamorous thing of all is simply not giving a toss.
(Which is why, in the end, I will never be truly glamorous. I simply care too much! Damn!)