This has been an odd week. I won’t go into particulars but it’s been a week when I’ve been revisiting some of the scents (decants and FB) that give me comfort in times of stress, even when they’re not at all conducive of the weather- I don’t care if it’s nearly 80 out, if what my soul needs right now is to spend a late afternoon sitting in the rose garden in Beverly Gardens Park reading Armistead Maupin while drenched in Sables then, dammit that’s what I’m going to do.
Some of my comfort scents are ones that some people find scary- MKK, l’Air de Rien and CB I Hate Perfume Musk are high on the list. Some are sprightly things like Eau de Sud, Guerlain Vetiver or Patou Colony. Just now as I’m typing this on Thursday evening I’m wearing some of my decant of De Profundis. Perhaps not the most comforting scent with it’s funeral overtones. But it is lovely and I’m comforted by that.
It’s likely trite to write that scent can have a transportive effect: we all know they do, even if they transport us to a place we will only ever know in our imagination. I’ve tried scents that have made me feel like I’m in a Victorian garden, on the Amalfi coast bronzing, driving Mulholland with the top down smoking a Kool after getting properly boinked or just cuddling up in my boyfriend’s borrowed sweater.
So what are the scents you turn to when you need a little “Calgon, take me away” moment? Leave a comment..
Image: rose garden in Beverly Gardens Park from my iPhone. Scents mentioned, decant and full bottles were purchased by me.