untitled (I never was any good at naming things)
by, 25th March 2009 at 08:37 PM (1917 Views)
Two of my most highly anticipated niche samples, Borneo 1834 and Aomassai, have recently slapped me in the face and in no uncertain terms told me that no, we can't be friends, and no, we don't even want to hang out.
On the other hand, my very first blind buy, Mitsouko, hooked her arm through mine and said, 'Hey, we've actually got a lot in common! Let's take a walk and chat.' So we did. And here's what I learned.
Three of my five very favorites (Mitsy became a fast friend) are circa 1920 inceptions. The other two are mid-90's, so their hype has long since died down, but they have their own loyal following. And looking at other aspects of my life, they so adequately mirror my wardrobe and wishlist, I shouldn't be surprised that I have yet to find a niche offering that speaks to me.
My tastes in music are a bit scattered, but in no way are they anywhere close to hip or edgy. I love to listen to classic rock, artists whose best albums were put forth before I was born-- Led Zeppelin, The Who, Creedence, Rush. I liken them to Nuit de Noel, Tabac Blond, and Mitsy. I love the baroque period, as well-- I may not have the knowledge or the pedigree to appreciate such music to its fullest, but when something strikes my heart, I cannot deny it. I compare Chanel No. 22 to J.S. Bach. I liken my well-loved Hypnotic Poison and another new friend, Tocade, to Sarah McLachlan and Dido-- easy to love, easy to listen to, easy to wear.
I look for clean lines and flattering colors and shapes in my wardrobe-- stuff that has withstood the test of time. I will never be a trendsetter, and I'm okay with that. The skinny jeans tucked into boots was never really me, anyway. So it is with Serge. I keep trying, but so far, they've all said, 'You know, no.'
The fun thing about perfume is that I can always pass it along, with a friendly 'Hey, check this out!' That's the excitement of trying something new, seeing how it fits, discovering another artist with a new sound. There's the perfect pair of low-waisted flares that aren't in style but make me feel like a million bucks anyway; the pink pearls wrapped around my wrist; Handel's Xerxes, the discovery of something old, beautiful, and now new.
There's also the ever-present possibility of breaking the mold. Today my non-edgy, tried-and-true loving self will try on Passage d' Enfer. The incense sounds promising.
I recently bought a pair of those skinny jeans, and Serge's Datura Noir sits waiting to be discovered.
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