We are having the weirdest Spring! Yesterday it was warm enough to let our little baby chicks out for a minute (aren’t they cute?) ..today we’re all snugged inside, as it dips into the low 40s and needle-like rain lashes the windows. Ah, well…at least it’s not snowing here. The seesaw-y weather has me craving the fizzy pop!Pop! of aldehyde perfumes. I know there are as many aldehaters out there as there are aldehos – this is one of the most divisive scent groups evah! There are so many different aldehyde scents, some work better for Chick Days like yesterday..and some give off a warmer fizzaliciousness for these chilly,
damn damp (DAMP!) days of Spring. I pulled together a bunch of my favorites, even the ones I can’t wear without triggering a massive migraine (which I wear anyway)….and yeah, yeah, I know – it’s dumb ….but the things we do for Beauty!
Okay! We all know the Queen of Aldehydes, Chanel No 5. What you might not know (because it might not be true. I make stuff up all the time) is the parfum works best on really warm days! Chillier days, the rich warmth of the parfum gets a bit cloying, so that’s when I bust out the EDT. I know that’s counterintuitive but I love the way the EDT mirrors the chilliness of the day.
Vintage Coty L’Aimant (Jane Russell to No 5’s Marilyn Monroe) only works for me in the colder days of Spring. When it warms up, L’Aimant gives off an oily sweetness, like …hey, you know persackly what it smells like? If you’ve ever been to a county fair, you know how fabulous funnel cakes are? For about 8 minutes? Then they get cold…and the grease congeals…and the sugar sticks to the grease….and…yeah. Ick. So it’s the exact opposite of what you want a funnel cake to be…I could go on with this but my head might explode! Just trust me on this: it works better in the cold. For me, anyway. Ymmv.
Powerhouse! An aldehyde that takes no prisoners on any day: Guerlain Vega. Guerlain does aldehydes in a wholly different way – big, jammy/fruity/fizzybombs with a THUMPIN’ bassline. Vega is the bassest of them all and once it’s on, it’s AWN. 8 hours later, it was like I’d just applied it. Its polar opposite? Piguet Baghari, one of my personal favorites. It dances on the skin and smells like pink champagne looks. Alas, this is a temperate weather ONLY scent. Over 70F and it disappears. Below 50F and it cries. Then it disappears. I’ll be wearing the daylights out of this, come May…assuming May isn’t doing the January thing like April is. We’ll see. But it’s so preeettttyyy!
I Want to Love:
LeLabo Aldehyde 44. Great Googly Woogly! There’s a story behind this one. So….several years ago Barneys was hosting one of those LeLabo thingies where all the City Exclusives are available, praise Floyd!. I spritzed Aldehyde 44 and fell head over heels in LOVE. LOVE, bay-beee! I spritzed it again. Big Love. Compliments galore. I wore that tester OUT! It went back to its Dallas home. I obsessed about it for ages…then I went in on a split………oh, I was so excited….sooo exci…wait. Where is that sweat note coming from? Yikes! Huh? Nobody else smelled anything different from any other Aldehyde44…so I’m thinking I must’ve fallen in love with an ‘off’ bottle. Alas. The ‘real’ stuff is lovely, don’t get me wrong…but it’s not my First 44 Love. Alas. And what does it matter anyway? Dallas Barneys is closing and with it goes the 44. Alas.
White Linen. Headache in a Bottle. One of the most beautiful scents out there, it never fails to shove a glittering icicle through my left sinus. Yet another ‘alas’. But I’m perverse. So I take a couple of ibuprofen and spritz away. But not too often. And only in deep Spring, when it’s warm enough to offset the ouch. I spritz it, then go outside and lay in the chaise, wondering why I am so stupid.
I can only wear in the dark:
Arpege. Isn’t that strange? I have tried to wear Arpege in daylight but it’s like it’s a vampire or something. The fizz goes all flat and it gets musty and stickynose. In the evening, though, something charming happens. I have to be inside, though or else it has to be a really warm Spring night. Yeah, I know. Too Many Rules. But I don’t make ’em. Really. I don’t. Blame the perfume.
I can only wear in the day:
Serious. L’Heure Brillante. My first Cartier love. I fell for Mme. Laurent’s line via this sparkly little gateway. I wear it happily, with a little sheath dress…until about 7p (DST). Then it has to come off. The perfume, not the dress (though if The Rock is askin…. oh, c’mon Dwayne – you know you wanna) . Weird with the time thing, I know but… like I said, I don’t make the rules.
It tries to kill me – but I wear it anyway:
Clinique Aromatics Elixir. I know this is supposedly a chypre but to my nose it’s Lady Aldehyde. A shapeshifting, complex scent, it possesses the power to bring on a migraine that could fell a rhino. And yet…I still spritz it, albeit on a handkerchief. AE is one of those scents you can smell on Jupiter – heck, I haven’t sniffed it in over a year, yet just typing ‘Aromatics Elixir’ brings the entire composition front and center. What a glorious perfume. Too bad it hates. mah. guuuuts!
So..what about you guys? Tell me your favorite fizzies. Do you love aldehydes? Hate ’em? Like ’em slicey or like ’em sweet? Do they make rules for wearing like they do for me (the little dictators 🙁