What the hell are you people thinking? I read March’s post from yesterday about doing one scent for ONE??? TWO??? WEEKS!! and fell to the floor, rolled around a bit, twitched, took a few deep breaths, swigged a glass of red wine, and now I’m back here to try and calmly (!) discuss this torture you all are putting yourselves through. I must have been dozing or working last week and missed the beginning stages of this madness. For me to be calling a bunch of perfume nuts, well, nuts is something I thought I’d never do.
Oh, first, we have some winners of the drawing from last week for the gardenia and lily room scent oil: Anthony and Sharyl. Click on the Contact us on the left, remind me what you won and send me your address.
Would you wear the same underwear for a week, even if you rinsed it out every night? Wear the same shirt? Shoes? Same bottle of red or white wine for a lifetime? Even my signature is not my signature anymore. Over the years, it has changed into something that doesn’t even resemble the one-time signature that included crossing the two T’s with a heart over them, or the swooping Y up and around to cross the Ts. Now it’s a scribble. I just don’t and cannot buy this signature scent thingie. It’s like wearing your hair in a shoulder-length flip from age 14 in 1965 to the viewing at your funeral.
Maybe Diorling of the vintage variety might keep me interested enough to wear it for a few days in a row. Maybe some vanilla comfort thing, like the Le Labo Vanille or Doblis or a Guerlain… ohnononononono, you almost sucked me in. You all are infectious!
I’ve gone into the perfume room and run my fingers lovingly over all of my bottles, cooed some words of comfort at the little darlings – well, yes, I guess you can anthropomorphize your perfumes and call other people crazy in the same post.
Now, the Exofficio “17 countries, 6 weeks, one pair of underwear” underwear works for me because I’ve only got two weeks, one country, and I did get four pair of them just because I’m a little creeped out about washing one night, wearing the second pair if I just took two pair. But this is not perfume!!!
I’m taking several samples of perfume with me – mostly incenses because I want them for the monastery visits. A couple of lighter gourmands for comfort of home. Dzing sample, absolutely, because, well, there are elephants! Don’t bother trying to connect those two dots, except through the circus thing.
Well, next Monday, I will be up early or late the night before to see how this went for you guys. I’m sitting this one out and not playing. It’s like those games of touch football my brothers would talk me into, which always turned into tackle football when they saw I was getting tired of the ever-increasing in vigor shoves to get my flag. Just like that, this signature scent thing will end in tears. Salty tears, like Sel de Vetiver.
Who’s with me on this? I think to keep the fragrant world in balance from all these hard-core perfumistas hanging up their sampling spurs for a week, we all need to double up our effort to sniff new things or just change out fragrances. So I vow to put on at least 2 fragrances a day (just to smell) and sample like a little drunken Scent Addict.