I was originally going to title this essay “Nava Sniffs TIFF”, but alas, time got away from me this week, and the “TIFF” to which I refer, The Toronto International Film Festival, is over tomorrow. I was looking forward to heading downtown to combine two of my favourite activities: sniffing and voyeurism. I was hoping to eyeball some celebs, stop in at Holt Renfrew and some of the other fragrant establishments in Yorkville, and have lunch at one of the trendy hotspots. I´ll definitely try my best for next time.
All I could manage was an uninspiring trip to Yorkdale, and I came up empty. There was a new Lolita Lempicka scent at The Bay, in a funky butterfly-shaped bottle, but I couldn´t get near it, unless I interrupted a pleading SA, trying like all get-out to sell something to a very resistant customer. I´ll definitely try my best for the next next time.
Then, it was on to Sephora, where I convinced an SA there to bust open a bottle of Stella McCartney Nude for me to smell. The tester had gone missing and I was counting on this one since I wasn´t able to get near the new Lempicka. Nude was a disappointment in every sense of the word; it left me muttering about the wastefulness and utter lack of imagination we perfumistas must contend with. I´d love to print up a t-shirt along the lines of the “Got Milk?” ad campaign. Mine would scream, “Another Flanker??!!” Flankers are really starting to get under my skin, similar to how unauthorized biographies, celebrity tell-alls, and ghost-written memoirs by disgraced professional athletes make me shake my head every time I wander into a bookstore. Do they have any idea how many trees must sacrifice their lives so they can put their worthless drivel down on paper?
Just as I was contemplating a sushi snack from the very yummy Mac Sushi kiosk, I stumbled upon the eco-chic emporium, Pistachio. I had heard from some friends and family members that Pistachio had some cute, supposedly earth-friendly products, including toiletries and such. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was the 50% off table. There were lots of goodies looking for a home, and the most surprising items (at least to me), were the Tsi-La line of organic fragrances. I´ve always liked these, especially the scent, Kesu. I bought the set of four minis from BeautyHabit a while back and found them interesting and wearable. Kesu was the standout; its notes of amber, smoky incense, woods, jasmine petals, davana, spices and lime were right up my alley. There was one lonely bottle of Kesu, marked down to $24.00, and at first I passed it up. I walked over to the Fruits and Passion store, and then to The Body Shop, assaulting my nose with the overwhelmingly sweet, fruity stew emanating from both establishments. It was back to Pistachio where I grabbed Kesu; my one regret was that it was the only bottle they had. The girl at the cash said she was sad the line never caught on, and it made me sad as well. Are we destined to exist in a world full of unimaginative, mass produced fragrances and their even more embarrassingly inferior flankers?
Autumn is upon us here, and I´ve got on some Kesu today. I´m marvelling once again at how my sense of smell has evolved and how wonderfully comforting this scent is. I´m trying to ignore the fact that my skin is freaking out and that I keep hatching zits like a factory farm chicken. I´m sure my agitation will pass and I will again embrace the thrill of the hunt. In the meantime I am revelling in my latest purchase; practically free in our world, and better than free in mine, because I love it so much.
Is there a flanker out there that you love? Have you recently found a new scent that was practically free or better than free?
Happy New Year to my Jewish friends; May it be the start of a sweet, healthy and prosperous one for all of us.