As I mentioned earlier this week, the two lovely angels that decant for me are on vacation this week, so my youngest son, Harry (20). and I are taking over that task. I had forgotten how many callouses I used to have on my fingers from pushing in those 1 ml stoppers and how many bleeding wounds I had to tend when one of the bottles would crush under firmly applied pressure to get the lid on. Also forgot how much it hurts to get alc0hol-based perfume in a freshly healing cut.
Ah, memories. What’s been the most fun is listening to Harry’s running commentary on perfume as he opens bottles and smells them. I jotted a few down:
Tom Ford Amber Absolute – (this was in a smaller decanting bottle instead of that big 250 mls behemoth) “What is the shelf life of this stuff, 3 billion years?” after he had tried 14 times to wash his hands after getting some backspray from it on his hands.
“Lots of this stuff smells like shit.”
Rochas Tocade – “This will scare men away. Well, not necessarily bad, just strong. Wait, it does smell kinda good. Oh, I do like it, once you get past that ferocious smell when you uncap it.”
“I have better handwriting than you.” Oh, what? Like I haven’t heard that from every person on the planet, except coming from him, I’m still in shock. He scribbles and calls it handwriting.
“That is just solid Baby Diaper.” I think this was Penhaligon’s Scented Night Stock, which I just have no idea where he got that from.
“You have to be &*%^ kidding me” when I pulled the missing Zadig and Voltaire perfume out of the middle of the White Book.
It’s been a fun week so far – we’ve avoided most arguments, which is a shocker. We’ve talked a lot about perfume, and he’s asking for men’s scent recommendations (anyone want to suggest some things?), we’ve laughed, bumped into each other too many times trying to get to the Chanel drawer or the Jo Malone drawer, reached up, over, across, only for the whole thing to come down in a wreck. By the end of the week, he should be able to walk into the perfume room and find any perfume on his own.
Now you know a little about Harry. He’s also 6’4″, lifts weights, and has a great math/engineering/scientific mind. We need to scent him. The one thing he has the he wears so far and likes is Le Labo Patchouli 24. He wants some other stuff, so let’s help him out!