Taking a cue from the exotic encyclopedias of the sixteenth century, which brimmed with mysterious artifacts, Jessica Kerwin Jenkins’s Encyclopedia of the Exquisite focuses on the elegant, the rare, the commonplace, and the delightful. A compendium of style, it merges whimsy and practicality, traipsing through the fine arts and the worlds of fashion, food, travel, home, garden, and beauty.
Each entry features several engaging anecdotes, illuminating the curious past of each enduring source of beauty. Subjects covered include the explosive history of champagne; the art of lounging on a divan; the emergence of “frillies,” the first lacy, racy lingerie; the ancient uses of sweet-smelling saffron; the wild riot incited by the appearance of London’s first top hat; Julia Child’s tip for cooking the perfect omelet; the polarizing practice of wearing red lipstick during World War II; Louis XIV’s fondness for the luscious Bartlett pear; the Indian origin of badminton; Parliament’s 1650 attempt to suppress Europe’s beauty mark fad; the evolution of the Japanese kimono; the pilgrimage of Central Park’s Egyptian obelisk; and the fanciful thrill of dining alfresco.
Cleverly illustrated, Encyclopedia of the Exquisite is an ode to life’s plenty, from the extravagant to the eccentric. It is a celebration of luxury that doesn’t necessarily require money.
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Sparkling white wine from the French region of Champagne
At the coronation of the sisteen-year-old Louis XIV (1638–1715), one of the locals at Reims, the capitol of the Champagne region, told the new king, “Sire, we offer you our wines, our pears, our gingerbreads, our biscuits, and our hearts.” “That, gentlemen,” the cocky new king replied, “is the kind of speech I like.”
What he didn’t like, however, were bubbles in his wine, thought to be a flaw in the fermenting process until the blind Benedictine monk Dom Pierre Pérignon (1638–1715) gave sparkling champagne its big start, regulating the effervescence when he couldn’t get rid of it. All wines bubble naturally when the grapes are first pressed, but in colder regions, like Champagne, the yeasts that cause fizzing hibernate during the winter, waking up again in the spring to bubble anew. Champagne’s wine came to life in March, and by summertime it was “en furie.”
Because the highly pressurized bottles shattered at the slightest provocation, champagne’s prices soared. Winemakers sidled into their cellars wearing iron masks as a protection against exploding glass. One vineyard owner was left with just 120 bottles out of 6,000 after the rest were blown to smithereens in 1746.
Its explosive property aside, champagne wasn’t an easy sell in the beginning. One winegrower proclaimed that froth was only appropriate in “beer, chocolate, and whipped cream.” Doctors expounded on the dangers of drinking champagne. Others, such as professor Benigné Grenan, issued warnings in verse:
Lift to the skies thy foaming wine,
That cheers the heart, that charms the eye,
Exalt its fragrance, gift divine,
Champagne, from thee the wise must fly!
A poison lurks those charms below,
An asp beneath the flowers is hid.
Nevertheless, fizzy fans like Madame de Pompadour loved the delicacy of the drink. As Voltaire (1694–1778) put it, “This wine where sparkling bubbles dance/Reflects the brilliant soul of France.” The Faculty of Medicine of Paris finally ruled in champagne’s favor.
A good champagne, like those blended by Krug, is feathery with small bubbles and complex, revealing a taste that is tart like a green apple, flowery with roses and violets, sweet like roasted pineapple, and toasty as a golden brioche.
Technical advances kept bottles from bursting during the nineteenth century, which should have lowered prices, but by then champagne was draped in a luxe legend all its own. Its bubbles were synonymous with celebration, and were required to toast any important moment, from the launching of a boat to a marriage or the birth of a child.
Its pull was so strong that even Stalin couldn’t resist. Under his guidance, Professor Frolov-Bagraev launched Soviet champagne—Sovetskoe shampanskoe—in Russia in the mid-1930s. Cheaply mass-produced, sugary, and still available today, it offered workers of all walks a sickly-sweet taste of the good life.
Bathing in a tub of milk, instead of water
While scholars doubt that Emperor Nero actually fiddled as Rome burned—it seems more likely that he sang—few question the legend of his infamously licentious wife Poppaea’s milk-based beauty regime. The mules pulling her carriage may have been decked with gold, but Poppaea (AD 30–65) is remembered for the herd of four hundred asses whose milk filled her daily bath.
Forever after, soaking in milk demonstrated a debauched sensuality. Following in Poppaea’s footsteps, Napoleon’s favorite sister, Princess Pauline Bonaparte Borghese (1780–1825), a notorious pleasure seeker who once asked a lady-in-waiting to lie on the floor and expose her bosom so that the princess could warm her feet there (or so the story goes), was carried by her servant Paul to and from her daily hot milk bath, which she followed with a cold milk shower.
Almost a century later, regal sizzle was just the tone showman Florenz Ziegfeld hoped to strike when importing Parisian chanteuse Anna Held (1872–1918) to Broadway. Held, a genuine tease, sang numbers such as “Come Play wiz Me,” in Ziegfeld productions like La Poupée, The French Maid, and Mam’selle. But it was her milk baths that made Held a household name.
A month after her 1896 debut, newspapers reported that H. R. Wallace, a Long Island milkman, was suing Held for sixty-four dollars—the money she owed for the forty gallons of milk he delivered to her hotel every other day so she could bathe in it. The gist was that she refused to pay because the milk wasn’t fresh, though her publicist told reporters the parties would settle out of court, as “milk baths were too peculiar to be discussed in public.” The papers—and the public—went wild, and by the time story was discovered to be a Ziegfeld-crafted hoax, Held was a star. She wore giant jewels and an impossibly cinched corset, doled out beauty tips to Vogue, and became Ziegfeld’s common-law wife.
Claudette Colbert (1903–1996), another French-born siren, picked up where Held left off. At the beginning of her career, she came across as plucky, likable, and cute, jumping from Broadway to Hollywood during the Depression to star in a string of fluffy comedies—until 1932, when director Cecil B. DeMille asked if she’d like to play “the wickedest woman in the world” in Sign of the Cross, his over-the-top epic depicting the plight of pious Christians in Nero’s ancient Rome. And her Poppaea was wicked. In the film’s lustiest scene, Colbert, just millimeters shy of baring her bosom, lolled in a black marble tub of what’s meant to be asses’ milk, when one of the ladies of her imperial retinue dropped by with some gossip. “Take off your clothes, get in here and tell me about it,” came Colbert’s purring command.
No one could have guessed that Colbert’s bath—full of Klim, a powdered milk solution (milk spelled backward)—had curdled, literally, under the set’s big movie lights. It wasn’t Cobert’s last on-screen bath. The racy tub scene hastened enforcement of Hollywood’s decency standards, the Production Code, cooling things off considerably for the next two decades, but DeMille’s Cleopatra (1934) came in just under the legal wire, starring Colbert as another ancient diva who, in the name of pleasure and beauty, took yet another seminude, milky dip.
A monumental, monolithic column of stone
At the entrances to their majestic temples ancient Egyptians constructed mammoth hieroglyphic-covered stone monoliths, obelisks, honoring their gods and pharaohs. Each weighed hundreds of tons and stood as high as one hundred feet tall. But since the days of Augustus Caesar, their massive size never stopped foreign visitors from hauling them away like so many cumbersome souvenirs. Among the forty-eight obelisks the Roman emperors swiped, thirteen are still standing, including the red granite spike in front of St. Peter’s basilica at the Vatican, imported by Caligula in the first century.
When Pope Sixtus V (1521–1590) decided to move the Vatican’s obelisk to its present spot in 1586, five hundred engineers and architects competed for the honor of orchestrating the maneuver. Architect Domenico Fontana landed the job. He sent for rope, horses, buffalo, timber, and man power from across Italy, constructing an elaborate cranelike apparatus to coax the monument into place. On the big day, a silent crowd filled the surrounding streets and rooftops, waiting. The pope had issued an edict that anyone who spoke, or spat, during the proceedings would suffer severe consequences, as Fontana would use a trumpet and a bell to signal the scores of workers with coded commands.
Two masses were said in the cathedral before they began. Sixtus performed a benediction over Fontana, but also, for good measure, warned him that if anything went wrong he would lose his head. Obelisks were valuable and they broke all too easily, as evidenced by Rome’s shattered mistakes, still lying where they landed. (The Egyptian ruler Ramses let workers know the value of an obelisk by having his son tied to the pinnacle before they moved it.) Sixtus, however, was more lenient than he seemed. Secretly, he ordered a horse made ready so that Fontana could escape him—and the crowd—if things went wrong. But it was an unnecessary precaution. Fontana’s scheme worked, and it made him rich, though he did set the obelisk just slightly off center, an awkward geometry that a later architect tried to correct by building St. Peter’s slightly askew.
After Napoleon’s campaign in Egypt, obelisk fever struck again in the nineteenth century. The French carried off one from the temple at Luxor in 1836, raising it in Paris’s Place de la Concorde. The English snapped up a fallen Alexandrian obelisk in 1877, putting it up in London. The Americans set their sites on an obelisk originally erected by Thutmose III outside of Cairo, and which Augustus Caesar had floated down the Nile to Alexandria around 10 BC. The Egyptian government offered it to the United States as a diplomatic gesture. “It would be absurd for the people of any great city to be happy without an Egyptian Obelisk,” commented the New York Herald. “If New York was without one, all those great sites might point the finger of scorn at us and intimate that we could never rise to any real moral grandeur until we had our obelisk.”
While no one in Egypt seemed to mind when all the other obelisks left their shores, the American obelisk was one too many. The Egyptians protested its removal, and in the United States Americans petitioned against installing the thing, a strange object which newspapers depicted as an inexplicable extravagance. Outside the telegraph office in Alexandria, the American engineer in charge of transporting the monument faced “a storm of hisses and a succession of choice epithets,” he wrote. He quickly draped an American flag around the stone, staking his claim, and set crews to work day and night to get it onto a steamer ship and out of Egypt, an expensive undertaking funded by William Vanderbilt.
On the other side of the water, the New York Sun called the obelisk “terrific humbug,” and “only a broken, decaying and disfigured old block of stone.” But finally, after a risky ocean crossing, as gangs of men and horses struggled and strained for weeks on end, inching the thing off the boat and down Manhattan’s snowy streets, the American press and the public rallied around the pillar and its odyssey. “There is no longer any hope that we shall escape the Alexandria obelisk,” the New York Times reported. It was erected in 1881 in Central Park next to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with great pomp and ceremony “as a monument to—nobody knows what.”
Red paint for the lips
For millennia, red lipstick has been both treasured and forbidden. Its appeal is primal, offering a vivid shortcut to glamour. Ancient Romans painted their lips with vermillion, though their rulers tried to ban it. Elizabethans used tinted red alabaster, though an edict proclaimed that any woman found wearing it “shall be punished with the penalties of witchcraft.” Strict Puritans and Victorians felt likewise. But few moments in history have united so many in favor of red lips as World War II, when in the Allied countries’ vanity stood defiant in the face of adversity.
Lipstick was rationed in England in order to conserve glycerin to make explosives, but in the United States lipstick production continued throughout the war, packaged in polished cardboard in order to save brass. As an American War Production Board spokesman explained, a woman’s “resultant vivacious spirit, self-confidence and geniality” was infectious, “to be transmitted directly to the male members of the family.” It was a question of morale. Psychiatrists called lipstick “an essential nonessential,” and a pamphlet written for the Marine Corps told female recruits that their lipstick and nail polish should match “the scarlet hat cord” of their uniform.
On the other side, the Nazi Party banned lipstick as early as 1933, announcing that “women with painted faces” would not be admitted to party functions, according to the New York Times. “The German woman must revert to the type of the Germanic mother,” a party official said. “The German girl must prepare herself for becoming worthy of this honor.”
The German ban on lipstick was news in the United States, but the press was fixated on England’s lack of the stuff. Americans sent tubes in care packages for women in the British armed forces. For their part, English women who stayed at home melted down the stubs of their lipsticks to make them last. In her diary, a fifty-year-old Cumbrian housewife named Nella Last (1889–1968) pondered the potency of lipstick and its role in her own transformation after her son left for the front. “I contrast the rather retiring woman who had such headaches, and used to lie down so many afternoons with the woman of today who can keep on and will not think; who coaxes pennies where she once would have died rather than ask favours,” she wrote in 1939, “who uses too bright a lipstick and on dim days makes the corners turn up when lips will not keep smiling.”
There are over one hundred examples of life's beauty presented in my book, Encyclopedia of the Exquisite, each pointing to a way to be happy, whether that means wearing a top hat, eating a luscious pear, luxuriating in a bath full of warm milk, or keeping a singing cricket as a pet. These ideas were first gathered in a manila folder I kept on my desk full of newspaper clippings and ephemera that made me sigh with wonder, or dazzled me, making the world seem suddenly vast and strange. Conducting my research, I spent many happy months chasing down arcane facts about all the things I love best, my curiosity leading me from Paris, to Rome, to New York, and from Jaipur to the coast of Maine.
Lately, though, I've been struck by the idea that happiness itself comes in two distinct varieties, a notion introduced by Nobel laureate Daniel Kahneman. By Kahneman's lights, there is experiential happiness, and there is memory-based happiness. The former describes happiness of the moment, whether or not you're happy this very second. The latter is more slippery; it's how you feel about the grand scheme, and whether you're happy with your life overall.
Following that train of thought, it seems to me that a good work of art might offer a sort of double-happiness. Standing in front of a painting, you might thrill to the colors on the canvas, or marvel at the artist's brushwork. And later, if the work is good, you'll remember the painting in terms of its message, the particular chord struck by its imagery, and, perhaps, how it subtly shifted your point of view.
Beyond the examples of the exquisite which you'll find in my book, many of which, I hope, will amuse you, I also hope that the central ideas behind the Encyclopedia -- that with searching, beauty can be found in the most unlikely places, that folly is essential, and that luxury doesn't mean spending lots of money-will deliver a double-happiness with the potential to make all our lives that much more exquisite.
With best wishes for all kinds of happiness,
Jessica Kerwin Jenkins
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this book is an amazing compilation of different mysteries of fashion that i have always wonered their origins! a wonderful book for anyone who loves fashion and history
Everything about this book is beautiful. Beautifully written. Beautiful illustrations. Kerwin Jenkins' writing is the work of a true enthusiast, the result of years of passionate wondering. If nothing else, this collection is a vivid reminder that we all need to stop every now and then to appreciate the treasures right under our noses.
I couldn't help myself when I saw this pretty book sitting on the "New Arrivals" shelf at my local library. When I flipped it open, it had the coolest entries about things like milk baths, the trapeze, the omelet, badminton, and more, all with their history and context. The history isn't intense, but it is a nice overview of how things have evolved. In a sense, it's a cultural encyclopedia of random facts that might pop up in a British or French novel. For instance, the entry on red lipstick was great, and something I could see featured in a magazine. I also thought the information on obelisks and their popularity around the world was pretty outside the realm of normal history books. Although I wasn't 100% sure how the topics were selected for the encyclopedia, seeing as they were a quirky collection of random facts and information, they were all pretty interesting. This is one "informational" book that can be read like a novel, for its fun facts and details. I definitely think this would make for a pretty interesting coffee table book!
I would recommend this book to people like me, a bit of a xenophile and a lover of facts about the world in which we live. Also, I love cooking and was so surprised to find a few recipes mixed in the text. I am really looking forward to trying these recipes!