Called up by the "The danger of overspray" thread, here are two little amusing situations accidentally happened to me during recent month or two.
1. Santos vs. Eternity FM
I was heading to work in the morning via a local microbus.
In a cornerwise direction behind me sat a young man about my age. He just *reeked* of Eternity FM (have he had a shower of the stuff?). I realize he didn't want to hurt anyone, but at the same time I suppose many of you know how cloying Eternity FM can be on the right person. ;D
I did my best to breathe away from him and VERY slowly for not to get an instant "overdose" of that.
In my turn, I was wearing 4-5 sprays of Santos. According to my usual wintertime routine, only 3 of them were actually "on the outside" - behind the ears and back of the neck (the other two were under the shirt).
In about 3 or 5 minutes the man started to wheeze out loud, sneezing occasionally. Once he found a source - i.e. me - he started turning his head in my direction and backwards to give me a couple of scorching looks. In 15 minutes he got off the microbus.
During all this time I've been sitting at my place like a sphinx, enjoying Santos (yes, it's been coming out occasionally through that Eternity "smoke-screen" and showing nothing more than a steady quiet breath (hehe, a trained nose? ;D).
THE MORAL: a little goes a long way. ;D
That same moral can be applied to the story that happened to me past summer when a lady hurried away, off the overcrowded microbus. It looked like that was because of my sweat on that really hot day didn't seem to get along well with my boss ( I mean that apple-sick oriental Bottled cologne I was wearing at that moment). I was quite upset, but thought everyone needs a lesson from time to time.
2. On the escalator
On some good day of past December I went out for New Year gifts shopping.
In the local shopping center, a beautiful young lady in her early 20s got on the escalator right ahead of me. Contrary to her charming appearance, she's been indelicately exposing a big thick cloud of some sickeningly synthetic fruity-sweet scent. Believe me, I was far from trying to figure out what could it be. I wouldn't call THAT a sillage, if you will.
This time I couldn't help controlling myself. I wheezed a bit, and the smelly stuff made me sneeze explosively a couple of times (into my handkerchief, of course). I dunno what it was, but there are some modern perfumes that have that (merciless to my palate) synthetic sweet note. Heard Escada makes such stuff in heaps, but I don't know for sure.
The lady noticed a little rattle of mine and turned back for a moment.
I smiled to her and couldn't say no better than what mignt in English sound like "Whawd ehh fazzinating buuhr-vjume yew wuuhring!" with the handkerchief at my stuffy nose.
The next moment we got off the escalator and headed in different directions.
THE MORAL: Every fragrance deserves a Basenoter's compliment whatever other circumstances.
"One man's "cat piss" is another one's "masterpiece" (popular fragrance wisdom)
5 spritzes of Santos could be more than average...
Vetiver The Great!!!