Impossible to remain indifferent, her creations take ho prisoners and for who loves them every launch is a major event. That's why curiosity killed us in the long wait for this decennial at every juicy hint, including golden snakes, shamans, tobacco botanical prints and more Vero scattered through the pleats of social networks.
Like Hop o' My Thumb I followed the small pebbles till Esxence craving to discover Naja, the Jubilee scent.
|with Vero Kern at Esxence 2017|
As I spray Naja I am amazed: honey, leather and tobacco are there as promised with their deco accent, but moulded by her visionary creativity to a floriental bearing a skin as iridescent as the brand new moult of a cobra.
|Naja Cigarettes ad, René Leonnec (1939)|
Naja (pronounced with a French j like in Jean), from the Sanskrit nāga means snake and it's referred to a genus of venomous snakes including the cobra. Naja is also an old cigarets brand advertised as "oriental tobacco" very popular in Paris before WWII.
This oriental tobacco is right what starts pulsing, more manly and spicy with nutmeg in the heart bringing one more example of how skillfully Vero masters opposites, masculine and feminine, smoke addiction and healing virtues of tobacco well represented by the mortal coils of the snake winding around the rod of Asclepius or in the infinite symbol on the Naja bottle wishing many more creations to come.
Hopi snake dancer
pic by Edward S. Curtis (1924)
The powdery, intoxicating trail of Naja gives way to a uberchic suede, more angelic and yet dangerous as the leather in Tabac Blond joining what's left from fruits and honey to the cold scales of vetiver that Vero masterfully showed in Onda.
I spray Naja and let it wind around my neck working out its ritual. It finds its way inside me to listen to my thoughts, dancing to the rhythm of my heart under my skin before hovering to bring them to the spirits who can understand the magical language of perfumery.
|Matilda Lowther and Jake Love by Tim Walker for Love Magazine (2014)|