I remember trying Piper Nigrum for the first time from a sample, after reading many reviews here. It took me some time, but I finally came around to the complete weirdness of it.. and grew to love it so much until I felt like I couldn't live without it. Later, I finally bought a bottle. I remember waiting for what seemed like forever for it to get to my house. When it did, I tore open the box, held it's hexagonal shaped frosted glass bottle in my hand, removed the cap and sprayed it onto my hand... my eyes closed... I inhaled deeply, and let out a pleasurable sigh. Already, I was thinking about my next possible Villoresi creation I had to have. I've worn it a few times since then. Each time, receiving awesome complements and just being really happy for making the investment.
Piper Nigrum was my SOTD for Christmas Eve. I don't know what happened, but seemingly out of nowhere, my body decided it REALLY doesn't like it at all.. which is so strange, because I actually LOVE the stuff. All througout the day, I kept feeling like I was going to be sick. By nightfall, I gradually began to feel worse and worse. I began to review what I had eaten and drank that day and the night before. I felt so terrible, I cancelled my dinner plans with my friends that night just so that I could try to "sleep it off" for a few hours. The whole while, it never dawned on me that it was my SOTD that was actually making me sick. After waking up.. my stomach felt REALLY bad. Every time I moved, the smell of Piper Nigrum emanated from my chest and from my shirt cuffs and made me completely nauseous. I ran for the toilet. After calling "Earl" for about five minutes, I tried to get rid of any trace of Piper Nigrum on my body. I used my exfoliating gloves and scrubbed the hell out of my skin with my Eau de Campagne shower gel.
I hoped that I would feel okay to attend the huge Midnight Mass service my neighbor invited me to. She's been trying to get me to go with her for about three years. I usually decline... and give her some sort of lame excuse joking about my possibly being the only African American there and how awkward it would be for me to attend a Roman Catholic Mass due to my Pentecostal/Protestant upbringing (even though I hardly ever go to church). She knows I'm a musician and that I've recently grown quite fond of classical liturgical choral works, so she insisted I should go just to hear the choir and the music. I gave her my word that I would go. Even though I wasn't feeling good at all, I honored my word and I went. Everything was profoundly beautiful... until the priests came around with the smoking censers (ummm... this did NOT smell like Avignon, folks!!) The smoke.. and what seemed to smell like burning Barbie dolls made my head spin. I felt a really strong dry-heave coming...and then another... I almost tripped over the wooden pew kneelers trying to get past the people on my row in order to get to the nearest aisle and try to make the long sprint to the men's room...
I'll stop there.
So umm... yeah. If I so much as smell the faintest trace of Piper Nigrum now, my stomach turns. I literally start to get sick.
Anyone else experience anything like this?
Piper Nigrum was my SOTD for Christmas Eve. I don't know what happened, but seemingly out of nowhere, my body decided it REALLY doesn't like it at all.. which is so strange, because I actually LOVE the stuff. All througout the day, I kept feeling like I was going to be sick. By nightfall, I gradually began to feel worse and worse. I began to review what I had eaten and drank that day and the night before. I felt so terrible, I cancelled my dinner plans with my friends that night just so that I could try to "sleep it off" for a few hours. The whole while, it never dawned on me that it was my SOTD that was actually making me sick. After waking up.. my stomach felt REALLY bad. Every time I moved, the smell of Piper Nigrum emanated from my chest and from my shirt cuffs and made me completely nauseous. I ran for the toilet. After calling "Earl" for about five minutes, I tried to get rid of any trace of Piper Nigrum on my body. I used my exfoliating gloves and scrubbed the hell out of my skin with my Eau de Campagne shower gel.
I hoped that I would feel okay to attend the huge Midnight Mass service my neighbor invited me to. She's been trying to get me to go with her for about three years. I usually decline... and give her some sort of lame excuse joking about my possibly being the only African American there and how awkward it would be for me to attend a Roman Catholic Mass due to my Pentecostal/Protestant upbringing (even though I hardly ever go to church). She knows I'm a musician and that I've recently grown quite fond of classical liturgical choral works, so she insisted I should go just to hear the choir and the music. I gave her my word that I would go. Even though I wasn't feeling good at all, I honored my word and I went. Everything was profoundly beautiful... until the priests came around with the smoking censers (ummm... this did NOT smell like Avignon, folks!!) The smoke.. and what seemed to smell like burning Barbie dolls made my head spin. I felt a really strong dry-heave coming...and then another... I almost tripped over the wooden pew kneelers trying to get past the people on my row in order to get to the nearest aisle and try to make the long sprint to the men's room...
I'll stop there.
So umm... yeah. If I so much as smell the faintest trace of Piper Nigrum now, my stomach turns. I literally start to get sick.
Anyone else experience anything like this?
