scent about them, but I Never really knew what mine was. I
remember when I was little my Grannie’s scent was the most
comforting thing in the world, nevermind treats to cheer me
up, it was her perfume that made me feel better. My
mum’s perfume is so definitive; you just know
when she’s been in the room. When my
friend left her vest top at my place, I
knew it was hers, because it smelt…
of ‘her’. So, it got me thinking..
What’s my signature smell?
I’ve had every perfume
under the sun; it began with
Charlie Red in high school. I had
that mainly because it was cheap as
chips and pocket money was limited.
Then I grew up a bit and moved onto
Chance Chanel, only to copy my sister. I
loved it. But, that was her smell. Not mine. I
couldn’t steal it. How would anyone know if it
was my jumper or hers? So, I searched and searched
until my nostrils couldn’t smell anymore. A few
(bags of) perfumes later I gave up the chase and settled
with Jean Paul Gaultier: Classique. It was delicious and it
was the only scent I’d gone back to buy a repeat bottle of.
The other week, I got a text off my friend. “You’ve left your
jacket at mine”, it said. I text back quickly thanking her and I
asked her how she knew it was mine as there were a few there
that night. She simply replied: “It smells like you.”