I’ve streamlined. I now have under 70 bottles of ‘fume. I tell ya: minor miracle, dudes. And you know what’s crazy about even this low number for a (former?) addict? Most of those bottles are at least half-full.
There are three that run the risk of running out. Let me tell you about them pretty damn promptly.
Number 3 at risk is Terre d’Hermes. I haven’t worn Mr Grapefruit Mineral since last September as he only seems to flourish in hot weather, but along with number 2 at risk, he’s a mainstream men’s scent that I could happily mainline, and one of those few new releases of the past five years where the hype delivered. I tend to test scents as much as use them up or wear them out (you disco bunnies reading will now understand the title of this post); this one has got worn, and worn again.
As has Number 2 at risk: Dior Homme. I’m not one, generally, for overpowering sillage. But I’m guessing that everybody linked me with this smell in my last job, the amount of Mr Wears a Grey Suit in the Week and Lippie at Weekends I’d spray on in the morning. I was hooked into the baby for months. Now, we’re on a break, but Matt’s taken up the iris and handbag mantle quite happily. And I have a back up bottle of this one – the only frag for which I do – kindly supplied by the flower loving Bryan.
Finally, Number 1 at risk can’t be treated in the same flippant way. I’m its devotee. It’s Serge Lutens’ Encens et Lavande. Pure, simple, and an exceptionally introverted and contemplative scent, it smells of both the best of the outdoors and the internal world. I tend to be drawn, typically, to warm scents, but this is cool and green and grey and purple. It’s shadows and silences, candles spluttering out, the flicker of a final light, a stark interior space where shadows of the real dance momentarily on the wall. If I had just one scent, it would be this. And I’m almost out. I need more.
Tell me your three at risk of running out scents, and why you tend to use it up and wear it out.
And now, for a hellacious earworm moment:
(I always preferred ‘Native New Yorker’, myself, even if it was used in The Stud. Go youtube that for a moment of unadulterated cringing.)