Vol de Nuit (Night Flight), was created in 1933 by Jacques Guerlain himself. It’s a very hard fragrance to review because it does not fall nicely into a specific genre. It is however, utterly classic and vintage and beautiful. If I had to explain perfume to an alien visiting our planet, I would just let them smell Vol de Nuit. It kind of explains what perfume is and should be.
The opening is Spicy and Aldehydic, with a nod to Bergamot and a passing wisp of Citrus Lemon. You can tell that Vol de Nuit is related to Jicky. They are first cousins, at least during Act One. Then old fashioned Powdery notes sidle in, followed by Sandalwood and spicy Carnation. Finally this marvellous radiant symphony calms down into Iris, Sandalwood, Violets and Musk, but still hangs on to the Carnation spice and slightly bitter Orris Root, so earthy and pungent.
This lasts and changes and evolves. It has been on my wrist all day and never left me. It is, quite frankly, a classic of the fragrance world and to leave this out of the Greats would be like leaving Mozart out of a classical music Hall of Fame.
You can tell that Vol de Nuit comes from the same family as the other Heritage Guerlains, Jicky (1889) and Mitsouko (1919). I sometimes have problems with both since I haven’t yet trained my modern, sanitised nostrils to adjust themselves as necessary. Both need to be smelled within the context of their time in order for their greatness to be appreciated. However the slightly later Vol de Nuit (1933), is instantly accessible today and by far my favourite Guerlain.
You could call it Oriental as it certainly has spice. You could call it an Aldehyde: after all, it’s Green and Earthy and Tingly. You could call it a Floral: replete with Narcissus Iris, Carnation and Violet. Or you could call it one of the most beautiful and versatile fragrances of all time, if you are me.
There are a lot of perfume houses around today that could learn a thing or to at the knee of Grande Dame Vol de Nuit. When I wear it, I want to don fox fur and red lipstick and smoke cigarettes, but being a kind non smoker, I will just have to settle for the red lipstick. Wearing this transports me from stressy normal life and makes me want to be enigmatic and silent at the the bar of the Hotel Meurice until handsome men buy me drinks.
Vol de Nuit. Night Flight. The scent of your dreams.