
Neela Vermeire Créations will launch Ashoka, a tribute to the emperor of the same name (269-232 BCE) who converted to Buddhism after a series of military conquests…

Neela Vermeire Créations will launch Ashoka, a tribute to the emperor of the same name (269-232 BCE) who converted to Buddhism after a series of military conquests…

I have been known to change my mind. Still, as far as my love of autumnal perfumes goes, it seems I am as constant as the northern star. I kept thinking of fragrances to include in this post and then realizing, blast, I’d already listed them the last time I covered fall favorites for Now Smell This in 2009. A few of the previous ten are my all-time, all-year darlings, but the fall always casts them in a particularly poignant and profound light for me. As October starts, I often think of lines from John Cheever: “and who, after all these centuries, can describe the fineness of an autumn day?” (via The Stories of John Cheever). He gives it a shot anyway:
The clear and searching sweep of sun on the lawns was like a climax of the year’s lights. Leaves were burning somewhere, and the smoke smelled, with all its ammoniac acidity, of beginnings. The boundless blue air was stretched over the zenith like the skin of a drum.
That ammoniac acidity has always given me pause — ammonia is alkaline, isn’t it? — but the sky and the sun and the lawns are all perfectly right. And then, using his characteristic contrast of the ecstatic and the everyday, he deflates that golden description with: “It was the day to canvass for infectious hepatitis.” Well, of course it was! For autumn is not only the season of reflection and melancholy, a time to moon about in cable-knit sweaters through the mists of the dying year. It is also a practical season, a time to make school lunches and Halloween costumes, to bustle along the sidewalks through gusty breezes on charitable errands. As Cheever wrote, beginnings are in the air.
So okay, you say… begin already, please! As I rounded up the usual suspects three years ago, the following list includes some of my favorite newer scents. (Surely my “Best of 2012″ picks will be predictable enough to excuse a spoiler.) There are a few of my old standbys that got missed last time, too…
The grand prize winner (a Discovery Set) in our Neela Vermeire Creations contest is Lynne1962. Three runners up get sample sets: Akimon, Bergamot and MichaelM. Congratulations all!

What is it: A discovery set (three 10 ml bottles) of the Neela Vermeire Creations fragrances: Mohur, Trayee and Bombay Bling. Three runners up will get sample sets.
How do I get it: For a chance to win, leave a comment telling me anything about India: your favorite Indian food, your favorite Indian perfume, where you’ve been (or would like to go) in India, whatever! I will send these anywhere in the world, but will not be responsible for any customs-related mishaps.
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Last month I tried all three fragrances from Neela Vermeire Créations in one sitting, one after the other. Trayee made me think, and Bombay Bling made me smile, but Mohur made me swoon a bit. Kevin has already written an excellent review of Trayee and Bombay Bling, in which he mentioned that Mohur wasn’t quite his type; however, it is exactly my type, so I’m happy to follow up with a review of this fragrance, which is described as “a combination of opulent moghul rose perfumes and a distinguished spicy leather bouquet.”
Mohur’s notes are listed as cardamom, coriander, ambrette, carrot, black pepper, elemi, rose, jasmine, orris, aubepin flower, almond milk, violet, orris, leather, sandalwood, amber, white woods, patchouli, oudh, benzoin, vanilla and tonka bean. Its background “story” includes references to the British Raj era, to the mohur coin that was used under British rule in India, and to the Mughal empress (and perfumer) Noor Jahan. (You can read more about the fragrance’s historical allusions on the richly annotated and illustrated Neela Vermeire Créations website.)
My knowledge of Indian history is woefully limited…