The Great Detective, Sherlock Holmes, must be one of the most scrutinized characters in fiction. Appropriate for someone who excels in observation and analysis. Study of the residents of 221B Baker Street and dissecting their stories is known as the Sherlockian game or more simply The Great Game. People regularly debate the location of Watson’s Afghan war wound (leg or shoulder) and Watson’s first name (John or James). Many have tried to determine Sherlock’s lineage, his university, and even his sexual preference. No detail is too minute for scrutiny. Since I have been writing about Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab a lot, something occurred to me. There seems to be a major aspect of speculation missing: what did Sherlock Holmes smell like?
The first two perfumes are naturally Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. At first, you get what you would expect from Holmes’ perfume: something fresh and clean from a man who takes care of his person. It doesn’t overpower you and thus it wouldn’t interfere with the detective’s observations. But like any great mystery, there is more under the surface. If you pay attention, you start to get hints of tobacco for when Holmes indulged in his clay pipes or a cigarette. There is also a smell of Moroccan leather from a certain case which contains his infamous seven percent solution. You can also catch the oiliness from a bit of greasepaint from one of his many disguises and the evergreen woodiness of rosin for his bow. In all, you could give a very complete picture of the man though observing his perfume.
Watson’s scent is far more traditional: the suit of tweed and linen that any British gentleman would wear and aftershave scented with lime cream. But like Holmes’ scent, there is more under the surface. There is an metallic note along with oil that comes from having to clean his service revolver in case Holmes engages a particularly dangerously case. These notes also remind us that Watson was a soldier who saw combat in the wilds of Afghanistan. It’s easy to dismiss Watson as a self-satiated member of the Victorian bourgeoisie but would Holmes consort with such a dullard? Holmes never suffers fools gladly and Watson is not a fool.
There has already been preview pictures for The Woman, Irene Adler, and the Napoleon of Crime, Moriarty and a suggestion of scents for stories as well as characters. So go to Black Phoenix and check out all the variety of perfumes and other products available. And don’t be mysterious, tell them Needcoffee sent you.