As much as I love fragrance, I've been known to kvetch when in the presence of people who love their fragrances so much they unselfishly share them with every living thing within 50 feet. When I'm near these aromatic folks, I've been known to claim to my embarrassed, nose-blind husband, that I can taste their scents. On a couple of occasions in restaurants I've had to be relocated to new tables because I was overwhelmed by the sillage of someone's scent. So I should know better.
It was in the mid-90s today, and I had to finish up some gardening, schlep my kids around town, and do a few nasty housework things. I wanted to wear a fragrance that would smell pretty as I sweated through the day. I've worn Sensuous a couple of times since I bought it, but I was waiting for cool weather to enjoy it completely. When I've worn it, it's been a powdered-sugary, woodsy skin-scent, with occasional hints of lily. I figured because of its tenacity and facets, it would be a good choice for today. After I showered, I grabbed my little bottle of Sensuous. On most days, I spray twice, but some overindulgent urge forced me to spray...a lot. (In fact, I sprayed 8 times. Full sprays, not little spritzes.) Sensuous is no shrinking violet, so I could have cleared an entire restaurant with my sillage. Shame on me. Fortunately for anyone who may have come within 50 feet of me today, Sensuous taught me a lesson.
Within 30 minutes after my spray-fest, I felt as though I smelled HEAT. The smell made me imagine my skin was prickling and tingling (maybe it was?). I smelled smoke, and SPICE; not apple-pie cozy spice, but flaming black pepper, scorching cinnamon, and singed woods. Sensuous, when sprayed with abandon, had become one of the spiciest, zestiest fragrances I've ever worn! And forget "skin scent"...the sillage was reproducing itself at a terrifyingly rapid rate. Although fragrances tend to be spicy on me, this was the first time my chemistry had ever magnified spice notes to the point that I couldn't stand them. It may have been psychophysiological, but the smell seemed to burn my nose hairs. (Okay, so it was probably psychophysiological, but this was an intense smell.)
Back into the shower I went, and I washed with soap and a sugar scrub. I managed to "dim" the Sensuous to its pleasant pitch, and once again I found myself enjoying whiffs of lily, sugar, and mild woods. Eight hours later, I'm still enjoying the dimensions of Sensuous.
I'll be spraying this one lightly from now on, unless I find myself armed with Sensuous for sustenance, because I'm freezing to death in a blizzard in Nepal.:bounce:
It was in the mid-90s today, and I had to finish up some gardening, schlep my kids around town, and do a few nasty housework things. I wanted to wear a fragrance that would smell pretty as I sweated through the day. I've worn Sensuous a couple of times since I bought it, but I was waiting for cool weather to enjoy it completely. When I've worn it, it's been a powdered-sugary, woodsy skin-scent, with occasional hints of lily. I figured because of its tenacity and facets, it would be a good choice for today. After I showered, I grabbed my little bottle of Sensuous. On most days, I spray twice, but some overindulgent urge forced me to spray...a lot. (In fact, I sprayed 8 times. Full sprays, not little spritzes.) Sensuous is no shrinking violet, so I could have cleared an entire restaurant with my sillage. Shame on me. Fortunately for anyone who may have come within 50 feet of me today, Sensuous taught me a lesson.
Within 30 minutes after my spray-fest, I felt as though I smelled HEAT. The smell made me imagine my skin was prickling and tingling (maybe it was?). I smelled smoke, and SPICE; not apple-pie cozy spice, but flaming black pepper, scorching cinnamon, and singed woods. Sensuous, when sprayed with abandon, had become one of the spiciest, zestiest fragrances I've ever worn! And forget "skin scent"...the sillage was reproducing itself at a terrifyingly rapid rate. Although fragrances tend to be spicy on me, this was the first time my chemistry had ever magnified spice notes to the point that I couldn't stand them. It may have been psychophysiological, but the smell seemed to burn my nose hairs. (Okay, so it was probably psychophysiological, but this was an intense smell.)
Back into the shower I went, and I washed with soap and a sugar scrub. I managed to "dim" the Sensuous to its pleasant pitch, and once again I found myself enjoying whiffs of lily, sugar, and mild woods. Eight hours later, I'm still enjoying the dimensions of Sensuous.
I'll be spraying this one lightly from now on, unless I find myself armed with Sensuous for sustenance, because I'm freezing to death in a blizzard in Nepal.:bounce:
I did not have time to shower again so i scrubbed and used alcohol swaps until I had beaten it down to a steady 3 foot sillage rather that next county over.
