For those old enough to remember broadcast TV, the opening sentence of William Gibson's Neuromancer gives some idea of what I had hoped would be the opening of Narciso Rodriguez for Him. But instead of being launched into a moody noir experience, à la Gibson, what I got was more like actually watching TV static--an opaque and inert sensory subject suggestive of nothing. Having read of this frag's now-famous "wet concrete" accord I expected a really compelling abstract/inorganic threnody.
My first real contemplation of perfume beyond "ooh, pretty smell, mommy" was born of reading Audrey Hepburn's biography at age ten. I wanted so badly to experience her signature Givenchy L'Interdit that I spent several diary entries trying to imagine the perfume. I was quite disappointed with the re-release in the 2000s of course. But the original! I need to smell that.
Once again via books I came back to scents: chancing upon the much-hyped or much-hated Guide (to which
Updated 2nd August 2012 at 07:48 PM by anomie et ivoire
Originally Posted by Wee Scottish Scent Lover
What an exciting world you've yet to discover! I find fragrance just so exciting, and I get a real thrill every time I buy a new one. As for the snooty perfume counter assistants, there is a simple solution. You subtley lean across the counter and whisper, "Listen, love, you're a shop assistant. Get over yourself." Works a treat ;-)
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Do you wait absolutely ages for people to reply?
When I was young, in my teens and twenties, I wore fragrances in the expectation that they would change the way people perceived me. I had no idea what I was doing, really--that is to say that I had little notion or aesthetic sense of how one scent might differ from another. My father smelled like Vitalis and Lectric Shave, my mother like No. 5: anything else was without particular meaning or association.
The first bottle I owned was Calvin, the original one from 1981. I lack
Updated 31st July 2012 at 08:00 PM by Hojji77
While running errands today I realized that I was wrong about Sears: In my area, it's notably below the standard of the Bon Ton and JCP. In terms of fashion and fragrance anyway. One can't buy a chainsaw at the Bon Ton, though, so perhaps I'm comparing apples and oranges.
My trial run of (untitled) l'eau began inauspiciously--the atomizer on the first vial was defective and delivered the product in a direct stream, like Raid Wasp & Hornet Killer. After a wash-off and a reapplication