After doctoring up YSL’s Black Opium with Bond No. 9’s New Haarlem on last week’s post, I found myself smitten with NH and craving its coffee for several days. And then I was mixing it with other things, just to see, you know, how they behaved when “caffeinated.” A favorite The rest, please…
Okay, so I’m being lazy. I was going to review a new scent this week, but I found after wearing it for a week I could find nothing I could say that was nice about it. It was a powdery leather that was simply awful on me. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t go out of my way to trash things I just don’t like, I really have to be provoked, so no, I will not name the scent. Because it was well made and I am sure that there are many people out there that would love a well made powdery leather.
Just not me.
I think that sometimes the root of people being averse to perfume is that some people over apply in a way that borders on criminal. In my last office job during period close some days I would have to stay as late as midnight, and there was a very nice lady that came to clean who apparently either had burned out her sense of smell front the cleaning products she uses or feels she can drown them out by such a liberal application of whatever it is she’s wearing. It was like saying “good evening, how are you?” to a tear-gas attack.
One of my oldest and dearest friends is one- I can remember being in the Agent Provocateur store when they had a new scent out and the clerk mentioned that she liked the original better. My friend agreed, and proceeded to give about 53 pumps on it onto her ample poitrine. I swear her shoes must have been soaked. Instant migraine. She wanted to go get dessert; I wanted to get treatment for anaphylactic shock.
It’s not just the heavy hitters that can kill- I think I’d previously written about the (now thankfully ex) husband of a BFF to whom I gifted a lifetime-commitment sized bottle of Guerlain Vetiver that I had picked up on Broadway in DTLA. A splash bottle mind you, and strategically purchased to keep him from filching large quantities of her then Paris only Lutens. When Christmas came around she called me begging to get him a movie gift certificate, a bottle of scotch, a bus ticket, ANYTHING but cologne, because he had managed more that once to wake her from a deep sleep from his bathing in Vetiver.
I have a neighbor who run a store on Melrose. He wears Issey Miyaki. You might be saying to yourself that it’s impossible to stink-bomb the lobby of a building with it. It is not. Lobby and stairwell . For hours..
Please share your stories of over-appliers in the comments.