There are so many ‘oh!’ moments in life – all are unique, some are momentous, some are the stuff of every day life…but they all have one thing in common: the ability to, even if only for an instant, pull you completely out of yourself, yank you to a standstill and OWN you. If only for an instant. One of my most momentous ‘oh’ moments is also one of the most banal (and yes, I yammered about it already). It’s that damn Cinderella puppet book. But it isn’t about the book – I’m convinced it was never about the book – what it’s about is that ‘oh!’ moment when, completely unprepared, you pull a book out of a shelf at Goodwill (for .75 cents, thank you)….and it’s THE BOOK! That endorphin rush is so primal and it’s gone in an instant. I’ve looked at that book (which turned out to be ON SALE, so I got it for a quarter!) at least 100 times since acquiring it – and never again will I be able to replicate that quickrush of ‘oh’. Ditto my first Miette chocolate sable (though Floyd knows I’ve tried! ), my first sighting of color TV (fittingly, it was one of the beach scenes from Father Goose – I caught sight of that aqua water as I entered my aunt’s living room….I was 9 years old. Fifty years later, I still remember it – but I can never replicate that ‘oh’.
For us (we?) perfumistas, that ‘oh’ moment lies in wait for us at every new sniff – sometimes it’s a new scent, sometimes it’s a revisit of an old scent that we dismissed early on. The ones that really give you a Jolt of Oh are the best – and possibly the worst, too, because as beautiful as that perfume is, you will never be able to replicate that first Oh moment…and unlike the color TV and book and, yes, even the sables…..so many of us spray and spray, hoping to recapture that moment. Give it up lads and ladies. Give.It. Up. Just enjoy the next phases. That’s the lesson I had to learn, yet again, a few weeks ago. My friend Carol, from WAFT by Carol, sent me a lovely little package and in it were 2 iterations of Coty Chypre. The first is an absolutely delightful postmodern version of the edp, as lovely as ever was. Just lovely.
the second one. Well, days later, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, sorting the overflow of books (why do I need 32 books on my bedside table?)…anyhoo…I was mindlessly rifling through the little bowl of vials next to the overflow of books and I came upon a slender vial “1940s Chypre de Coty”….not giving it much thought I popped the top, tipped a bit onto my finger, then to my wrist…and…the world stood stock-still for a moment and I let out a LAUGH OUT LOUD “OH!”. It was so stunningly beautiful that, for that moment, I really was transported out of myself,riding on that bubble of pure, delirious, delight! 2 weeks and many dabs later, it’s still as gorgeous as ever – but never again will I ride atop that iridescent bubble. And that’s okay – to be able to replicate that would completely ruin that moment, for what is it that makes that moment special is it’s utter uniqueness. So I’m okay with it. but Floyd, do I love those moments.
And they’re not all vintage – I remember having that moment when I first sniffed Liz Zorn’s Violets and Rainwater (I almost burst into tears) – my first spritz of the original Karl Lagerfeld (which I can still smell in my soft palate to this very day) …NOT the first sniff of Tommi Sooni Tarantella ..but the midway point, which was a whiff of leather so deep and resounding that I finally GOT! what the hell everybody was yarking on about with leather. I never could recapture that moment with Tarantella; indeed, I’ve never been able to grasp quite that much leather ever again – but I will never forget that moment.
I’m wearing that Chypre, btw, as I type this -and boy, do I wish I had a sable!
So..what are YOUR ‘oh’ moments? Perfume, food, color, experience? I’d love to know what’s grabbed you in your life!
and btw – Carmine Is Still Fine. A little cranky but he’s always cranky. Watching him a little bit hawklike, which is still pissing him off – but he’s on Vitamineral Green and a very mild saline irrigation, trying to keep him med-free for as long as I can. He’s still wanting to annoy the girls and he still hates every other vehicle that passes us so that’s good news – I wonder what it is that sets him off – he hates one pickup but not the next. Red sedan? DIE, sedan. DIIIIIE. The next red sedan? Good to go. Of course, if you sound like the UPS truck, you are toast!