(PSA for Today — if you want an 8.4 oz Guerlain No. 68 for $168.79, call the Bellagio Guerlain boutique at 702-693-7923. This is the one that was Similar to Guet-Apens and Attrape-Coeur, pretty much the same one. They still had a few left last night)
Paco Rabanne Calandre used to be one of my favorite perfumes back in my 20s. I don’t remember why I stopped wearing it. I guess some bright, new shiny thing went flitting by. As I looked at the notes for it, I was horrified — it has Lily of the Valley in it! *making sign of cross*. What kind of youthful fragrance pecadillo was that? I hate Lily of the Vally… with a passion and then just a dollop of detestation. I mean, look at it… upside down flowers, isn’t that the sign of Satan? Was I so young I just didn’t know what I hated back then? Was I possessed? Well, yeah, that must be it, that’s the only explanation I have. Since I am going down scented memory lane of all the perfumes I have loved and worn in my life, I bought a bottle to try and see if it had the same magic I thought it had (despite this wretched LotV). When it goes on, there is that horrific LotV, but that seems to get on its broom and fly back to Hell quickly and becomes the same magical scent I loved back then. Then my memory is refreshed — I did NOT like the open on this back then either, but it was worth it to endure those short horror-filled moments to get to what is still a gorgeous perfume… green and woods and it feels a little musky, in a green way.
The scented memory lane will make stops at Coriandre, KL, K de Krizia, Cinnabar, Charlie and… Giorgio in the coming weeks! Yeah, I’ll bet y’all can’t wait for that.
People keep asking me which ones of the Pud Etat line I like. My favorites are Vraie Blond, Jasmin et Cigarette and Rien. I like Palace Whore just fine, though the other three are more to my personal taste. There are several other good ones in there, as well.
And it appears Mah Baby has been hiding from me all of my life. When Serge Lutens’ Cuir Mauresque showed up on my doorstep, I was prepared to hate it… hate it with the same passion I hated milking cows in the winter with their snow melting on their backs and plopping on my head while I was down putting on their chains and milkers. Wow! Love Me Do! This really is the loveliest bits of leather and softness. You guys could have told me about it earlier, you know. I thought we were friends.
What perfume from your youth do you most want to try again to see if you really loved it that much?
Lily Picture from The Loft Gallery