When you have Creed Botique on speed dial.
When your husband (with whom you share an ebay account) threatens to change the password so you can't bid on any more perfume.
...when I'm wiling to trade my iPad for a bottle of Creed Royal Oud. :-/
Today during attending a lecturing on History, I heard a word 'Tsar' and I almost say to the person next to me that it smells great, but I think it mean 'Tsar of Russia' not 'Tsar the perfume'
***My favourite from my collection***
-------- Amouage: Tribute Attar, Jubilation XXV, GoldMan
------ Serge Lutens: Chêne, Tubéreuse Criminell, Ambre Sultan
-------- Les Exclusifs de Chanel: Sycamore, Coromandel
------ Tom Ford Private Blend: Noir de Noir, Tobacco Vanille
------- Hermès: Terre D'Hermès Parfum, Ambre Narguilé
------ EDP Frederic Malle: Carnal Flower
-------- Neela Vermire Creations: Trayee
------ Parfum MDCI: Invasion Barbare
Ya, true dat, I have two perfume shops as contacts on my cell phone, lol. And I think that's normal. lol.
When Ebay's, Amazon's recommendations for you are all perfume listings.
Last edited by kalli; 1st June 2012 at 06:11 PM.
You know your obsessed when every spare area in your office is covered with racks of test tubes, reagent bottles, and bottles of absolutes. The refrigerator emanates the most lovely aroma--I only wish I could bottle it.
When you wait impatiently for a bottle to arrive and when it finally does, you're already onto the next "must have" bottle.
When you can't go to bed, wake up, do lauundry, sit and stare, or do anything in your day without wearing some sort of scent. (I can remember in the beginning of my obsession when I counseled myself to take breaks from applying perfume on some days... Those days are long gone!)
When you dream about a perfume and can smell it in your dream!
When you shower several times a day just to have a "fresh canvas" for application
When you obsessively wonder what everyone around you is wearing...and ask them
Lol when you can automatically convert USD, GBP, Euro, currency to your local currency in your head because you NEEDED to on many occasions
Not blinking an eye at a two hour road trip to see what may or may not exist in Dallas... or a 6 hour trip to Houston KNOWING something.. something must be there worth buying...
When you don't give a damn about anything other than receiving that next frag in the mail.
... you can smell each review but are affraid to talk about it.
When you buy an Extra fridge to put them all in, even though this is Alaska, and never gets hot.
When your other half makes a special stand for you to display your samples all pretty
When you haven't got enough in your Paypal account, but bid anyway, and JUSTIFY it!!
When you add Amouge Homage (the big bottle) to your must have list.
When you assign personalities and voices to each fragrance.
I can think of more, but its feeling uncomfortable now
I know I'm obsessed when I make a significant contribution to The Nature Conservancy and agree to meet with them to see about sustainability of the Himalayan musk deer. I want to be able to use natural musk without contributing to the extinction of a species.
when the last thing you think about before going to sleep is the next fragrance you plan on purchasing
1. Dior Homme Original
2. Musc Ravaguer
3. Portrait of a Lady
4. Noir de Noir
5. L Instant Guerlain pour Homme Extreme
6. New Haarlem
7. Pure Coffee
8. Blu Mediterraneo Sicilian Almond
9. Rose 31
10. Spiritueuse Double Vanille
I remembered an incident that fits right in with this thread.
In 2004 i researched and discovered Flowerbelle Blanca to be a very popular fragrance, on some site or other. I bid and won, the only bottle on Ebay.
In 2011, decided to try and find some more. Sadly, it was discontinued, but i found a vague link to three of their other frags. The only place i could find it was a German website. I do NOT speak German, but undaunted, and armed with trusty Google translate, and my copy/paste function, i spent several agonising and stressful hours, copying and pasting the order forms into the translate box. I ordered a bottle of each, one was Rouse, one was Leilac, i forget the other. I successfully managed to get the checkout complete, but was not asked for credit card details. the bloody thing was a whole lot of gibberish i tell you. So, panicked, the next day, i rang Germany on my cellphone, and speaking slowly, and enunciating each word very carefully, asked how to pay for my purchases. I then sent a international money order. I received a most beautiful package in the mail. That was a hair raising experience, but demonstrates how far i will go.
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And here we go, Flowerbelle Korol a mere 19 euros, unbelievable they still have some. Looking at it now, i can't beleve i had the determination to plough through that. Especially after i gave them away months after.
Last edited by Scent-imental; 9th October 2012 at 04:09 AM.
...when you use your mobile at the store to look up notes or compare prices to eBay/Amazon before thinking about purchasing.
nice thread I laughed too much reading this
When your fragrance refrigerator is full and your food refrigerator is empty
It is 10:40 P.M., Saturday night, and I am ob BN. Sounds obsessive to me.
When you own a semi-professional photography and/or even film studio, almost exclusively in order to take pictures and/or short films for your "Post a picture of your scents"-thread, but also for blogs, your personal website and/or personal profile on socializing sites, for Youtube postings (not that I've done it so far, but hey, never say never).
You may have even me beat on this one. I do have a special refrigerator for scents filled with 400 or so vials of essential oils, absolutes, and aroma chemicals. In a corner of the room is a table filled with glass-stoppered bottles and test tubes. Small bottles of ambergris rest in the sun while musk grains (from a sustainable source) macerate in sandalwood oil. In my efforts to track down real Mysore sandalwood, I've hunted 5 different varieties, only one of which suits the bill. I've almost ruined myself over oud and have a dozen or so varieties (albeit in very small amounts). When I sit in Starbucks, I'm not only reading books about perfume but have smelling strips stuck between the pages and give those a sniff along with my cappuccino.