Latterly abandoned for being regarded unhygienic, the handkerchief has fallen from grace in recent decades. Sadly, it has been cast aside in favour of disposable paper tissues; something I find rather wasteful, and in terms of history, something I consider an enormous shame. As I was growing up, my mother would always advise I carry a handkercher on my person... not for blowing my nose, but rather so that I may offer it to a woman in distress if ever needed. I always found a little romance in this suggestion and often wondered if I would ever find myself a protagonist in such a scenario. So, for many years I carried one in my pocket, often to the ridicule of my peers and my own chargrin. As an adolescent, it did enjoy some use though... chiefly as a means to wipe sweat from my brow, or as a tampon for a bloodied nose.
Most likely derived from ancient folk theatre and dance rituals, the handkerchief reached it's heights of popularity in the 16th century when delicate, ornately- decorated squares of silk, cotton, or linen were drawn from the depths of pockets and put on parade, rendering them the essential accessory of the age. Historically, they have been referenced in art and in literature time and again, and have played an important role in perfumery; acting as a textile canvas upon which toilet waters were blotted and sprinkled. These were then more often than not held over one's nose and mouth to veil the stench of the cities before our modern infrastructure had evolved. The scented molecules were easily retained in the absorbent pile, and often lasted longer than when applied directly to skin.
Recently, I received a lovely vintage perfume by post from an elderly gentleman in France... he had wrapped the unboxed pristine flacon carefully in a monogrammed linen handkerchief, which he had scented with a dash of the parfum. Long after the bottle had been opened and admired and the postal packaging tossed away, my house remained redolent with these few drops from a vintage age.
Since then, I have often spritzed linen curtains and opened windows on opposite sides of the house to allow the scent to meander through my home. I have also placed a scented handkerchief in my suitcase when travelling so that my clothes are imbued with perfume when I finally arrive at my destination. The handkerchief - in my eyes at least - is once again proving to be an indispensable item.
So, I call for a renaissance - a return to a bygone consciousness that saw men and women luxuriate in carrying a 'kercheif sprinkled with their fragrance du jour.
To close, you might be wondering if my mother's advice was sound, and if I ever did get to offer my handkerchief to a weeping woman... well, I'm pleased to say I did. On my wedding day in 1999, mother presented me with a monogrammed handkerchief that she had bought for the occasion; one that was later passed to my new bride to collect her tears of happiness.
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I love what you do with handkerchiefs and I'm ready to employ them myself in the same manner - when it comes to perfume. :)
I haven't even held one since my childhood.
Im so pleased Ines... we can start the resurrection one handkerchief at a time! ;)
Your mother sounds very wise. I have a large collection of silk handkerchiefs . They do get blown in if I can't find tissue when I am out but I try to avoid it. I spray them with fragrance , mop my menopausal brow often. I do have one or two of my mother's embroidered ones. I think Liberty's Tana Lawn ones are rather nice . I'd like to see them in suit pockets again.
I'm a big fan of hankerchiefs and use them all the time! Viva the 'chief!
Throughout the years I always kept a pile of vintage and antique handkerchiefs, white, with or without lace - which I carry at least ONE in my handbag, together with the average paper tissue for mishaps. I like to have a real fabric hanky handy for whatever sneeze attack or the urge to blot my forehead or ...?!? My Grandmother (oc course ?) always spritzed hers with Mouson Lavendel - and since I really found a sealed huuge bottle of this old-fashioned true Lavender Eau, I spritz mine in the same way. I just love this connection to her, who is long passed away. I love your idea to add some perfume to the house's fabrics,curtains etc. to waft throughout all rooms... will borrow this , when Summer comes !
I keep a cotton handkerchief in a vintage cigarette case in my handbag. The case Soviet-made, an aluminum relic of the cold war -- celebrating Sputnik -- which I bought on fleabay very reasonably. It keeps the kerchief from getting dirty, and holds in the scent. When I open it -- I use EL "Tuberose Gardenia" to scent it with -- it rolls out delightfully!
Handkerchiefs are one of those things I find useful in keeping the crass modern world at a distance.
I always have one or maybe even two cotton or linen hankies in my purse. When I travel, I take an extra one or two in different colors to coordinate with my wardrobe. Sounds fussy, but it isn't. I have dry-eye, and my eyes tear up in the morning, especially in dry winter air. Having a hankie at hand is so much more pleasant than paper tissues. I also have a collection of very old handkerchiefs which I like to look over now and then to imagine who carried them and on what occasions--everything from hand embroidered to vivid prints and appliques. They are miniature works of folk art! I like what Olfacta said about keeping the crass modern world at a distance.
I agree with your comment too Olfacta!
A beautiful, fragrant post on a noble concept. Well-written.
All the best!
Michael
A lovely post, Dimitri and it's got me thinking ! I think I need afew good hankies- some in silk and some in good cotton that i can put a few drops of Caron or Guerlain on and place in my bag. I love that concept. Otherwise I have not used a hanky in years. Your Mom sounds so lovely :)
I'm going to buy some nice handkerchiefs next time I get a chance and douse them in perfume . Thank you for this post. Eliza
Thats great news Eliza... Id be very pleased if some of our handkerchief renaissance participants report their insights here. How was your experience carrying a scented hankie?
What a lovely post. I, too spray my curtains and open the windows for the breeze to carry the scent. My husband has always carried larger cotton handkerchiefs to mop his brow but it never occurred to me to spray them with perfume, well won't he be in for a surprise soon. :)
I've only just discovered your blog, and this post makes me homesick for a time in which I never lived. A time when ladies carried lovely lace-adorned hankies, but would gladly accept one gallantly offered by a gentleman. I hem-stitch and embroider handkerchiefs, then tat lace edgings for them. I always have been afraid to scent them, for fear the perfume would cause stains. Now, however, I am fearless! Thank you for such a beautiful post.
I am happy to come across this message today. I suggest it should be revised so that it can be reposted to different sites and social media for people to be educated and aware on the importance of a handkerchief .For me, I don't go out without a handkerchief but if I forgets, I feel so embarrassed if there is need to use it.
I do a google search on this, and who comes up first in line?
I, as you know, have always carried a cotton handkerchief. I prefer these to linen, which may be more elegant. There are no end of uses for them, and very literally, I never leave home without one, and, if truth be told, I am never in home without one conveniently in pocket. Scenting them, I have found, is performed most effectively using a light spray to moisten them, insisting on the hand rolls, which tend to keep the scent better than the body itself. While I don't use a handkerchief to tend to my nose, if I can help it, I definitely use them for my eyes and lips: It is best never to touch your eyes to itch them, never to touch your lips, and really never to touch your face: Here is where our always present handkerchieves come in, and when they waft a lovely aroma, well, then the pleasure is compounded. Gentlemen I urge you all to reconnect with this practice: Just make sure you wash and dry them several times before and of course, after use, and who knows? There very well could be a Demoiselle, or another Monsieur for that matter, waiting in the wings for whom your offering a deliciously scented kerchief just may do the trick. The gesture is sure to be noticed, and remembered for that I can vouch!
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