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
A mostly refreshing three-day trip to Toronto. Much browsing of fragrances but little buying. Began with drop-ins at the discount perfume huts along Yonge Street; not a lot of surprises and not even what I would call a lot of discounts. My daughter, who made this run with me, was mildly interested, although she's abandoned her plan to save up for Alien and now has her sights set on Copper Sky, which is certainly not to be found in such venues.
Day 2 is mid-level department stores