After last week’s patchouli extravaganza, I’ve had the most intense craving for Thai food. Don’t ask; it’s quite likely completely hormonal.
One of the Thai dishes I love most is a mango salad. I love mangoes, but never buy them because I am deathly afraid of slicing off a finger while dicing one up. And, in a former life, I used to be a Thai food restaurant hound, so I would eat mango salads fairly regularly. What’s this got to do with fragrance? I think I’ve found the perfect scent that smells like a mango salad – minus the red onions and hot peppers: Ed Hardy Hearts & Daggers.
Yes, I went slumming in Shoppers Drug Mart the other day, and sniffed this one. I believe I once referred to Ed Hardy scents as the deodorant of choice on the Rock of Love Bus (that Bret Michaels skankfest VH1 reality show), or some such insult. I don’t know what made me pick this one up, but I did, and I was overcome by mango salad. Imagine that…
You guys know I’m kind of obsessed with tattoo art; my new favorite insomniac show is TLC’s NY Ink, which I watch every Thursday at midnight. I’ve always been somewhat attracted to the Ed Hardy bottles, but not the scents. The first one is all strawberry fruit salad and most appropriate on girls half my age, but something about Hearts and Daggers appealed to me. The notes are blood orange orpur, violet leaf, Gala apple, mango, apple blossoms, pink jasmine, cashmere musk, amber, benzoin tears orpur, blonde woods. In all that hot mess, all I get is blood orange and mango. And I can’t stop thinking about it.
I’m a huge fan of Sarah Horowitz-Thran’s Perfect Perfumes. I used to love layering her Perfect Nectar and Perfect Veil scents. That’s a fantastic combination of juicy blood orange and skin musk. I wore them to death, and haven’t visited them in a long time. I drained my bottles and never re-purchased them, but dare I say it, Hearts and Daggers comes pretty darn close; albeit a bit heavier on the fruit than on the musk.
These days I’m constantly drawn to scents that remind me of other scents. I think that’s always been a thing of mine but it’s shaping up into more of an obsession. Every time I go sniffing on the down-low, I think to myself, gee, that smells like such-and-such, or that reminds me of this scent I used to have. Does anyone else do this? Please do me a favor and speak up. If I’m in need of help I know you guys would tell me!
I need to get myself to a Thai restaurant, pronto. There are loads of them here in Toronto so finding one is no problem. The thing is, I’d rather go to Wild Ginger on Grove Street in Manhattan, but I don’t think it’s there anymore. I used to love that place, especially their mango salad. It was in a great location in the West Village where I could stop in at Aedes de Venustas before dinner, and Magnolia Bakery for some cupcakes afterwards. But, things have changed. Of course Magnolia Bakery will always be safe as long as there are Sex and the City tours still bringing tourists to it. Not much I can do about that.
In the meantime, there’s Ed Hardy at Sephora and Shoppers Drug Mart. “Love Kills Slowly” is the motto of the brand. Crap kills quickly, but I must admit: where this scent is concerned, I won’t mind if it hangs around for a long time.