I loved the scents that my mom wore, except for the gardenias which tended to give me a headache. Besides the gardenias, which she wore to remind herself of the Keys, there was Scoundrel, Avon's Soft Musk, Avon's Foxfire, Avon's Odyssey, Cher's Uninhibited and Elizabeth Taylor's White Diamonds. These all smelled fabulous and feminine on my mom, who was a very pretty, rather "hip" woman and never even slightly "matronly", old-fashioned or conservative in aspect. (my mom was a painted-on jeans and suede jacket type of woman, with long, wild red hair and huge, doe-like eyes. the prettiest, sexiest woman in any room she ever went into.) I tried them all, but preferred them on her rather than on myself. I tended more toward natural scents, woods, and soapy or powdery things, which was odd because she always told me that *my* fragrance choices smelled like a "grandmother" to her.
We sort of had some role reversal stuff going on...I was the conservative, old-fashioned one, she was the wild one. She died quite young, at age 43, but I always wonder if her scent choices would have changed had she been able to grow old. Mom was always such a melange of odors - leather purse, doublemint gum, cigarettes, a bit of hair product plus perfume, etc....really, there are so many scents that trigger memories of her because she always liked to mix a variety of them. The effect was always bombshell-feminine, though.