In perfume blogging, as in perfume, or even life, sometimes I FAIL. I spent hours on and off for three days trying to come up with a post for today. The new Cartiers? Haven’t sorted them out yet. The Van Cleefs? I love that Cheesedenia, but that’s not much of a review, is it? The Acqua di Parma Magnolia … dude, is that pear in there? Say it ain’t so. My swag wank post is just too screedy to stick on here. I accidentally bought a bottle from Latvia (oops! Read those seller locations on eBay!) so that’s not here. Another purchase was a bust, still working on sorting that. Wah wah wah.
I can feel it, that wet, gray blanket trying to rise up and throw itself over my head. Ain’t happening, gray blanket. Get on out of here. Go on, take that small black cloud with you. I will ward you off with my magic potion. Maybe some Theorema, although right now it’s all about Serge Lutens’ Fleurs d’Oranger. I wonder if I put on every single orange fragrance I own simultaneously, will I die of happiness? Or just kill everyone around me?
Tonight I finally gave up on several things, including writing a decent perfume post, and the small black cloud over my head and I went to a double-date at the movies. I saw Paris, which is playing in our local art-house, here’s a link. Going down the elevator to the theater I saw Louise and Nancy coming up. (Do not ask them about what I was wearing, you will not like the answer. It was not chic, let’s leave it at that, my recent clothing upgrade efforts notwithstanding.)
So that’s my perfume insight for today – are you ready? Perfume people are wonderful. I can stand there in the lobby of a movie theater getting some hugs and love and hot perfume tips and in about five minutes I notice the black cloud is smaller (Paris helped too. Paris always does, doesn’t it?) Perfume people pat me on the arm and crack jokes and commiserate, and when I get home from the movie there’s a warm email waiting, right there, in my inbox, that says hang in there as the subject line. You show me better friends than perfume people.
So fear not. It’s a seasonal thing, a chronic pain that I know how to treat. I’m ramping up the exercise and etc. It’s all good, but in the meantime I might as well try to make your visit useful – did you all know that RIGHT THIS SECOND, LuckyScent has those you-can’t-have-any Le Labo City exclusives? Oh yeah they do. Here’s a link. I am wondering how you feel about that? I mean, if you had someone mule a precious bottle back from Tokyo, are you pissed that you can now order this baby up online? (I heard this was a limited number of bottles, comment if you know the deets.) On the other hand, that city exclusive thing bugs me, I am a perfume egalitarian. So if you’ve been dreaming, here’s your chance. I personally wish Santa would bring me a bottle of Poivre even though I have not been terribly good this year.
So today’s question, and I am pretty sure I got to thinking about this after reading the comments on this post on Grain de Musc – do you select your fragrance to match your mood (or the task at hand, or whatever?) Or do you use fragrance to try to change something – feel sexier, feel happier, whatever. Hey, you probably do both, but one more than the other? My honest answer would be that more often than not I use it to self-medicate, often as a soother, or a cheer-me-up. Mitsouko or vintage Femme is my don’t-mess-with-me suit of armor. I’d say I wear fragrance far more often to effect a change than to maintain the status quo.
And that’s … it. Not even a decent, pithy closing paragraph. Sorry. I’m going to put my pajamas on and go make myself a big bowl of Cream of Wheat with maple syrup and brown sugar. There’s some comfort for you.