I am honored that so many of you wrote and shared your personal memories of your moms and their perfumes. Thank you.
It's funny because now that I think about it, my mother didn't often use that bottle of Arpege (or her bottle of Miss Dior which had that cute little black and white houndstooth band on the neck)), but it stayed on her dresser top just looking pretty. But she wore Norell, Tabu, Ambush, Intimate, Charlie, Jontue (note the number of Revlon scents - we had a relative working for them at the time). I think I used her Jontue so often that she finally just gave me the bottle. That fragrance was one of my first loves. I did wear Norell for awhile, and loved how it made me feel sophisticated and older. The bottle was interested - an octagon.
There was another scent she used, the name of which I can't remember, but it came in a solid form, in a little metal box. It was warm and exotic - could it have been Tabu or another spicy one she loved? My mother would dab her finger into it and then of course place it behind her ears. I used to sit on her bed watching her get dressed up to go out for the night with my father, and thought the whole experience oh so elegant.
Again, thank you.
Later on she gravitated towards Givenchy - especially Ysatis and Givenchy III. She was never a soft floral kind of woman, but strong and modern, which I now admire about her, even though she passed away far too young many years ago.