In Defense of Fragrance

I recently read an article about the recent boom in the fragrance market.  In the article, the author posited that this rise was at least partially due to Covid-19 and how people in isolation had forgotten the natural smell of other people, so a market rose up to meet the demand of people not wanting to contribute to those odors.  She also touched on the classist and potentially racist associations with scent.  While it was all very interesting, I think I have a different take on it.  

Granted, my own family has a long association with pleasant fragrances.  My great grandparents’ homes were the last I can remember that smelled neutral, except for the bottles of perfume in the bathrooms.  By my grandparents’ generation, potpourri and air fresheners had taken over their homes.  But that is not because some of those things didn’t exist before.  Potpourri & incense have been used since antiquity to scent homes.  But my great grandparents were all farmers, practical and poor people for whom these things would have been a luxury.  When I recently inherited a few of my great grandma Daugherty’s things, I was even surprised to find that she had a few Alfred Hitchcock novels and an apricot scented candle in an apricot shaped pot.  This kind of frivolity goes against my perceptions.  The candle had never been burned, and I can imagine my grandma just lifting the lid and getting a little treat of apricot fragrance to lift her spirits.  And although she was poor, she wore perfume.

In my grandparents’ homes, everything smelled “nice.”  There was lemon scented all-purpose cleaner, pine scented floor cleaner, scented fabric softener, and even sometimes a pot of spices on the stove, the scent wafting out into the house.  Neither home had scented candles regularly, but there was scent.  My grandpa’s bathroom smelled strongly of Old Spice and Irish Spring, my grandma’s of Tabu and lotion and the gentle scent of soap from the bowl of rose shaped pieces arranged in a bowl on the counter.

The home I grew up in had its own strong scents.  My mom loved scented candles, and she’d light them when she came home from work, so when we arrived from school there would be one in the main bathroom, one in the kitchen, and one in her bedroom.  There were different scents in the rooms, all seasonally appropriate, and as you walked from room to room, the gradients changed and it would all make the house feel all the more cozy.  She too would sometimes have spices going instead of a kitchen candle, and while she had potpourri throughout the house, it was rarely strong enough to contribute.  We did not have laundry scents; my dad’s sensitive skin required unscented products.  But my parents both wore perfumes: my mom had a selection of various options and my dad primarily wore Brüt, then Aspen, the Le Mâle.  Our shoes weren’t allowed in the house, and my mom would spray them with Brüt on the porch.

In the 1990s, Bath & Body Works opened and my mom’s fragrances became those offered in their lotions and body sprays, which largely replaced the need for as much perfume.  She would smell like Pearberry, Coconut Lime Verbena, or “Gingham.”  I have two brothers, and as each of us started puberty, the Brüt we shared was replaced with scents that were more individualized.  My grandma chose mine, giving me a bottle of Tommy by Tommy Hilfiger, which is how I smelled though high school and college.  My older brother received Abercrombie & Fitch’s Woods, but I don’t remember what he used before that.  I also don’t remember my younger brother’s fragrance preference, but knowing him he likely used what my dad and my grandpa used.

Our cars were not exempt from scent either, with various forms of air fresheners being utilized, from little trees to pots under the seats to little gel packs that slipped onto the vents.  At church and school, the restrooms dispensed bits of air freshener on a timer, in every department store a melange of perfumes had created an ever-changing distinct character.

In the article I read suggested a recent and new obsession with ridding ourselves of the natural smells of being human, linking that concept to racism.  I worry about that suggestion, as it implies that unpleasant body odor is linked to non-White people around the world.  It ignores the millennia of history of added scent in cultures around the world.  

The modern concepts of perfume are closely tied to the Middle East.  While perfumes and incense were common in Ancient Greek & Roman cultures, it was the introduction of Arabic notes in the Islamic period in Spain that really brought these perfumes to Europe.  There is even question about whether Europeans had lost the practice in the interim.  

In South Asian cultures, scent has always been important, dating back to the Indus River Valley Civilization.  Ayurvedic practices have linked India with many scents, like patchouli, jasmine, and sandalwood.  For many, incense is synonymous with the region. 

A friend of my mom’s does have some of her racism tied to scent, but while she associates things like patchouli and sandalwood with people she sees as “inferior,” she also doesn’t understand that many of the fragrance notes that are common in our lives are from the people she is so hateful toward.  There’s a conversation there about fragrance, but it isn’t about a cultures lack of personal fragrance.

Indigenous Americans used perfumes and incense for a variety of personal and ceremonial purposes.  Some of the plants that have been used for thousands of years in the Americas have found their way into all areas of fragrance.  Tobacco in particular is a staple of the perfume industry.  Vanilla and cacao were brought to Europe by Spanish Conquistadors, while the Spanish introduced the distillation of oils and their own fragrance practices to indigenous Mexicans and Central Americans.  

Across Africa, various ingredients have historically been used in a variety of ways to incorporate scent.  Oud, tonka bean, ylang-ylang, frangipani, vanilla, citrus, myrrh, frankincense, and spices have millennia-old roots.  These fragrances were used for weddings, ceremonies, to scent clothes or hair, and as perfume for well-being.   

So, why the rise in the fragrance industry?  I’m not sure it can be blamed on Covid-19.  At least where I live, there was no extended period of isolation for folks.  The risks were largely ignored.  I think the same thing has happened to fragrance that happens to many things.  A traditional thing is turned into a luxury item, popularized as an expensive thing, and then when it becomes cheaper and cheaper to produce, it becomes affordable and obtainable more widely, while the association with luxury remains as a cultural artifact.  That fades with time.  As fashions reaches the working class, its appeal starts to fade for those who benefit from it remaining a luxury.  Carpet was a luxury when first introduced, but by the time it became affordable it was seen as cheap.  Wine has gone through it.  Recently, Business Insider decried that caviar could lose its luxury status, as if that was what mattered about the product.  The implication in their article was that it only has value if it isn’t widely available to ordinary people.  That’s what perfume has gone through.  What was once cultural and easily used by everyone was turned into a symbol, and that symbol is crumbling as fragrances become increasingly inexpensive.  Now, anyone can get a decent bottle of perfume for under $40.  The ideas we all still have of this being a product of the elite is something that will change over time.

What to do about those who have sensitivities to fragrances?  That’s a discussion to have for sure!  I personally don’t care for the use of products that infuse so much scent into our clothes.  Perfume on the skin dissipates over time more quickly than those products.  Certainly a home where candles are regularly used has a more permanent aroma than one that does not, but both can feel overpowering if the linen closet is filled with items that have been scented with laundry detergent, fabric softener, fragrance beads, closet sachets.  I think scenting responsibly is something we can all learn.  I know that I overspray fragrances on my own skin when I am going to be home for the day, or at the park.  But when I intend to be around others, I spray pretty sparingly.  And other people are not doing that.  Maybe it gets into American selfishness, I’m not sure.  I also think people who have sensitivities, allergies, or aversions shouldn’t feel like there is some sort of inherent virtue to smelling a specific way.  A person who wears nothing smells different from someone wearing floral perfume.  It’s not better or worse.  It’s different.  I think it can be difficult to work on those issues when other people genuinely enjoy a perfume and compliment it.  That creates the perception of a good vs bad way to smell, but is the answer to tell people they aren’t allowed to smell how they choose?  Or worse, should we stop complimenting one another?  It’s important to recognize people’s health issues, but it can be a difficult discussion.  I don’t think demonizing the use of perfume does what it was meant to do.

I always get nervous about Eurocentric discussions of other cultures.  I find the discussion of practices in non-European cultures as being strictly or largely ceremonial or religious to be incredibly problematic.  I don’t think we would use that sort of language when talking about an 18th century French woman and her use of perfumes.  To be fair, the use of daily perfume could be considered ceremonial, but when historians talk about the cultural practices of groups they do not belong to, it often feels like non-European cultures lack a sense of self.  They don’t exist as persons, but as extensions of their archaic religious beliefs, or as accessories to their nobility.  Some European history does some of that as well, but the people aren’t described as a collective that is unable to do or think in individual ways.  In these narratives, Europeans are real people; non-Europeans are not.  

To be generous, the author suggesting the link between the fragrance industry and racism could be viewing it through the lens of the entire beauty industry.  With fragrance a part of beauty standards, it could go hand in hand with the discussions on that topic.  But I don’t think it works as well in isolation.  

This all gets under my skin, and I suppose even writing these thoughts down could be seen as doing some of the same things I criticize.  

As White people, I think it is so hard to fully understand the depths of our internalized racism.  I know I have my own racist ideas. I am sometimes shocked when I discover a bias I have that I just didn’t work on or realize consciously until a news story or article brings it up and I am jolted into the realization of my own bigotry.  There isn’t always a malicious teaching of these notions, but the permeate everything anyway.  If someone attended school in the United States and didn’t come away with some amount of racism, they are lying.  It’s baked into our myths about ourselves.

I think the suggestion that the use of fragrance is some sort of Colonizer practice meant to rid the world of body odor’s from those we sough to oppress is to center Europeans as the ones from whom pleasant body fragrance was derived.  It ignores the cultural roots of fragrance around the world, both as ceremonial and as personal.  I think there are some ways we can discuss how body odor is tied to culture, but I don’t think the blame lies with pleasant scents. 

Of course, maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about.  These are just the thoughts sparked by reading an article.  I feel a bit of bias as someone who enjoys scented candles in my home and perfume on my body.  

 

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Welcome To My Oklahoma Family

I was looking for something fun to blog about in 2019 and I thought getting into my family’s history might be interesting. I’ve always been interested in the stories that make up our family, and I am particularly interested in the real lives of the folks without a strong an obvious record. I want to know the things I can never know. What sorts of things did my 4th great grandma think about? Was my 6th great uncle happy? What were the sounds and smells of the house of the young families? It’s unfortunate that legal documents form the understanding of the vast majority of our families. I long for journals or diaries, and maybe more of those will be discovered. Until then, I have only the facts and I will try to present as much as I can to try and help understand the various branches of my family.

I’ve been careful to avoid the words ancestry and genealogy until now, but after this explanation, I will use them. I consider myself a family historian and not a genealogist. I find DNA an interesting part of studying one’s own story, but it isn’t the complete story. Who I share genetics with in a lot of cases have less to do with who I am and who my family has been than close friends and communities, or even pets. There are more ways of facing what a family is than simply tracing one’s ancestry. And I’m also not saying that isn’t valid. If you are only interested in that, go for it. Do your thing. I am not trying to prove a pedigree or show how I am related to anyone in particular, so I’m going to look at the whole. I will definitely look at ancestry and trace my family lines, but I just won’t stop there or be defined by what that is.

DNA

I recently got a DNA test from Ancestry.com The broad results are fairly expected. For those who don’t know, DNA tests do not show where someone comes from, but where people with similar DNA can be found today. It might sound like a minor distinction, but it can help understand why results don’t seem 100% what you might expect.

As you can see from my results, I am 69% “England, Wales & Northwestern Europe”, 28% “Ireland & Scotland”, and 3% “Sweden.” The latter two are clear, but “England, Wales & Northwestern Europe” is a large area and does not show distinctions between Germany, Denmark, England, or France. It’s a large area with a lot of countries. I do know generally speaking that my family came to the United States from Germany, Switzerland, Ireland, and England. I am the cliché American profile.

When you look at the migrations map, you will see that there too I am incredibly broadly American, having family that settled everywhere from Pennsylvania to Texas, from Wisconsin to Georgia. I’ve got family who followed Brigham Young to what would become Utah, and family that took up arms on both sides of the Civil War. There are farmers and ministers, grocers and teachers, housewives and merchants. It would be easy to look at my family and find nothing much worth mentioning, but it’s actually the fact that there aren’t a whole lot of notable figures that interests me even more. Who were these everyday folks?

I hope you’ll stick with me. Leave me comments, and if I am talking about a relative we share in common, please add your own stories and photos.

ChambordOkay, the day is not over but feels as if it should be.  We have had a very busy schedule.  First, we had breakfast which was wonderful.  We then got on the bus and went to Chambord.  The chateau was quite marvelous.  The top was so intriquet.  There were so many places to go and many things to see.  I enjoyed it very much and ran into Mme Dobbs and one out of her group around every corner.  I started getting the feeling that they were following me.  At the next chateau, Chenonceau, the feeling was more free but more inhabitable.  There was a gallery which was in a long hall.  It had a very airy feeling and was free.  It was a much less eventful chateau than the first.  Next, we were off to Tours where we went to the Château d’Amboise.  It was very beautiful with several stained glass windows and gargoyles.  The windows showed many feur-de-lis, which also could be found throughout the chateau.  They also had a symbol on them which nobody knew what it was.  It was like a star with rays of light beneath.  After that we went to the Hotel de L’Europe where we stayed.  The lady at the desk was surprisingly kind.  The Evian machine was not working, but she helped.  I am spending $2-$3 on cokes because I really want them.  However, most are orange flavored sodas.  Par example, Orangina, Fanta Orange, Oasis, & two other ones that I have seen.  I am running out of money from coke — I may just eat a bagel for lunch tomorrow — I brought some.  I waited 20-30 minutes for the elevator because only one person would be able to go at a time.  The balcony is a 2-2 1/2 foot wide slab of concrete on which you can stand and a rail to hold you in.  Not real exciting.  We now must go eat and go to some show thing, but first, Arnaud.  He is very cool; he reminds me of Julien Gabriel.  I am just glad we didn’t get a courier who was very strict or was a complete airhead.  We ate at a very nice restaurant.  I never thought I would order from a wine list.  I had a red wine and it was aweful.  I hate it.  It was so gross.  I’ll never drink wine again.  The light show was relaxing.  We walked by one of the chateaus in the area.

» 28 August 2007

This was an extremely busy day on the trip.  The first chateau, Chambord, had an elaborate roof of many chimneys.  It was a beautiful building.  This was the first day that I felt really alone on the trip.  The rest of the group I had come with were hanging out together on the lawn and the Idaho group had continued on to look at the chateau.  I remember passing an open door where a man was doing some sort of work in the building while listening to Aerosmith.  It made me happy.

Chenonceau was rather boring, despite being beautiful.  It sits atop the River Cher and has a very unlived-in feeling.  I had more fun hanging out with Kamal, Arnaud, and a couple of girls from Cincinatti at the bus than I did at the chateau.

0605 Chateau d'AmboiseThe Chateau d’Amboise was lovely — my favorite chateau of that day.  Its massive gargoyles hang over the town below the chateau and the windows still have much of the original color in them.  The fleur-de-lis patterns were amazing.  It was at this chateau that I purchased a fleur-de-lis charm for my cousin.  As we were leaving, Arnaud pointed out (in passing) that Leonardo da Vinci’s grave was off to the side in a chapel.  We rushed over to the monument that had seemed hidden until pointed out and took pictures of it.  It seemed unreal — in fact it still does.  Unfortunately, the chapel was not open that day and we were unable to get any closer to the tomb.

I had taken bagels from home on my trip, which somehow seems wrong.  They did serve me well in those first few days though, saving money for future days when I would certainly need to eat.  That inital wine experience was rather traumatic.  I still don’t like wine or wine-flavored things such as coq au vin.  That was a great meal though — not the food, but the company.  Everyone was having a great time that evening.  It was nice.

» 1 September 2007

Julien Gabriel was the only other French person I knew to that point in my life.  I think Arnaud was very little like him, but as another French person I was reminded of him.  Also, they are the only two French people I have known in my life and I developed a crush on both of them.  Maybe it is that they are French… probably, in fact.

» 31 March 2016

As I said before, children should be educated in finances and budgeting.  If I had learned those skills before I went to France, my experience would have been more defined by the moments and experiences, and less by the things I bought.  Rarely did I give thought to what I was buying; I just threw my money at things and took them with me.  And did I need to waste so much money on orange soda?  No.  I remember feeling like I was exploring, discovering for myself those things enjoyed by the real people of France.  And at sixteen, I clearly knew everything about everything.  I knew far too much to ask for advice from those around me, deciding instead to do a trial and error test of things.  That is really a way of exploring that might be completely antiquated now.  With a smart phone, I may have done the research myself and found which sodas or stores or whatever were locally popular.  I still wouldn’t have better understood to not spend money on things that ultimately did not add to my experience.

0605 ChenonceauI wish I had written much more in my original journal than I did.  This was a huge day, full of history and beauty.  Each chateau could have taken an entire day of our attention, but we visited three different places.  I’m struck now with how different each experience was at each of the chateaux.  My immaturity at sixteen is to be expected, if disappointing, but I have previously annotated this portion of the journal and I find my lack of real insight or knowledge fascinating eleven years after the trip.  I’m not sure what I thought a revisit should be.  It seems fairly clear that I did not want to take away too much from the original by having too many opinions.  That was a mistake.  Brian at twenty-eight was thoughtful and poetic, none of which is reflected in these notes.

The hypothetical comes up often: if you could go back in time and do something differently, what would it be?  Of course, hindsight is such a convenient lens to view ones past through.  I think I’d probably tell myself to focus more on learning about history.  I was defiant when it came to history.  I found the memorization of dates and names to be absurd, I still do somewhat, but I wish I could tell my past self how amazing historical context can be to everyday life and how that can enhance everything.  It seems like I’m overstating here, but I don’t know if I’m even going far enough.  If I had known how interesting war can be, turning abandoned French chateaux into storage for art or into a hospital ward.  Visiting these places, things seem so peaceful on a warm June morning, but there were lives lived on the grounds, in the rooms.  These places were bombed, flooded, partially destroyed in fires.  These places were alive and after centuries of activity, rest quietly in picturesque villages, visited by tourists who will never understand them.

0605 Chateau d'Amboise da VinciThere is something so familiar about Europe.  European Americans have built for themselves a cultural heritage that really starts with the American Revolution.  It’s as though there had been nothingness and in the 1770s America sprang into existence.  Sure, there are a few stories of before (Plymouth, Jamestown, Roanoke), but they seem like myths in our infant culture.  250 years is still young, and part of the story is missing.  That story is one of the things I found in Europe.  I don’t know that I learned exactly what pieces filled in the gaps, but there was definitely a feeling that this country was a cousin to my own, a much older cousin.  Finding roots I didn’t even know existed, that feeling that these were at the very least the peripheral stories of my people, was a very interesting feeling.  I’m not sure I can even clearly articulate my feelings about it.

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