Amy says:

The star of my tiny expensive scent collection (mainly samples and decants) is the coffret of Chanel perfumes I inherited from Mom, vintage mid-sixties. The only one she opened was the infamous No. 5–the rest (Cuir de Russie, No. 22, Bois de Iles) were still sealed! Boggles my mind, but Mom preferred light soloflores and Avon scents. Bois de Iles is my favorite. Should really wear them more often as they are all open now–but they will have to wait until summer is over–between the lack of A/C and the hot flashes they’d be wasted on me now. For now, I’m being quite extravagant with my Guerlain Eau Imperiale (rather expensive for something that’s as light as rosewater), because experience tells me this one has a short shelf life. Not Napoleon-level extravagant, yet…though perhaps before the summer is over. Mmm, petitgrain, rosemary, and tonka in my hair.

gentianacraciun says:

Hello, on this topic, I would tell you my story concerning Pricy AND Tuberose perfumes….
I have a veeery strange relationship with tuberose perfumes… It is a whole saga!
Most of them made me feel out of place, high -pitched, superficial, loud and vulgar. I didn’t even went close to perfumes if warned being tuberose. Was convinced that they are everything I’m not… or I don’t want or like to be.
And… one day… Tried in a shop in Bucharest Narcotic Venus. No warnings before. But I detected THAT bad feeling that made me, till the moment, hate tuberose fragrances.
I left the shop in disgust. Hided my wrist in the sweater AND the coat, got in the car and hurried to drive to my hometown.
After about half an hour I detected a wonderful, bewitching smell in the car… identified it that it is sneaking out from my coat’s sleeve…
Minute after minute, the smell was more and more hypnotizing, made me want to eat my wrist. After about an hour I was knocked out….
I turned the car, drive back to Bucharest like a speed-maniac, arrived to the shop just in the minute they started to close it, parked the car in the most illegal way possible, ran to the shop, nearly broke the door, shouting not to close the shop until they don’t give me MY perfume.
Imagine the SA-s’ faces…(after my unliking comments a couple of hours before…)…. The cash-counter and POS was already closed… Rushed to an ATM, for money, rushed back to the shop…Took the bottle, paid it cash, didn’t even count the rest and popped out the shop like a victorious warrior… Didn’t even realize this was the priciest FB I ever bought.
Since then, I reconsidered my relationship with tuberose in particular and big white florals in general.

jett says:

Expensive fragrance would be a bottle of vintage Cuir de Russie; still have some left and for the pleasure it gives me, it was a bargain.

puhfume says:

I think the priciest perfume I’ve tried is Frederic Malle’s Carnal Flower. Such beautiful tuberose but longevity and sillage is not that great on me. So I still can’t justify a purchase.

dinazad says:

There was this invitation to Osswald’s (local superduper perfume place, now with a branch in NYC) for an introduction to the newest Roja Dove stuff. With Roja present. I rarely turn down any occasion to imbibe champagne somebody else has paid for, so off I went with the Marquise. (Mega-stylish friend of mine. Every time I hit the shops with her, SAs flock around us. Or around her. Me, I’m the one who holds the coats and bags while the Marquise is pampered. Generally, I find this amusing.). The place was packed. It took us half an hour to get hold of that champagne. We sniffed the Roja Doves – Enigma for Men and women, both with the same ingredients in different amounts. inspired, so we were told, by a boobylicious young lady of Roja’s acquaintance and – presumably – somebody like the very nice young man named Vincent who was charming the fringes of the crowd. Quite nice scents, but a bit on the pricey side (I preferred the men’s version).
Then Roja was introduced: large ring, silk cravat, purple velvet jacket, etc. etc. Chaahming he was. Told us about the enigmas And about his birthday. And about the extra-superduper new scent (not the Enigmas) he has created to celebrate it and which would be available to the select few who ordered it right on the spot. He was feeling that generous because of his birthday. It was in a white box. He loves white. And the box wasn’t just any box, it was lacquered like a piano, in several wonderfully expensive and marvellous layers. Also, the box was lined with white silk Crepe de Chine. Because he likes white. And because the first shirt he bought himself and had to pay off for three months, was white silk Crepe de Chine. The bottle. Crystal, natch. Finest crystal. Pure gold label. Especially made Swarovski crystals on the (golden? gilded?) cap in a special shade of purple. So the cap would look like his massive ring. And because he loves purple. The bottle would nest in the white Crepe de Chine in the piano-lacquered white box. And in the bottle would be the juice. With little flecks of pure gold in it. Which is the cheapest ingredient in there, because only the costliest and best ingredients could grace Rojas birthday scent (in a crystal bottle with a gold label, nestled in white silk Crepe de Chine in a piano-lacquered white box). (No mention was made of the hundred pure virgins weaving the silk, the dwarves hewing the crystals from the walls of the caves in “Swarovski-World” or the fairies and elves presiding over production). Sighhhhh. Vincent would spray anybody who stood in line with the precious juice, gold flecks and all. And then we could subscribe.
Well, I got sprayed. And, curiously enough, it did not knock my socks off (the drydown was superb, though. And longlasting). Especially not at a prospective price of a measly 3000 Swiss Francs per bottle (that would be slightly more in dollars). The Marquise wasn’t particularly impressed either. Besides, what would one do with the gold label, extra-special Swarovski crystals, Crepe de Chine (silk) and piano-lacquered box once the perfume was gone? All that was just extra-expensive trash. I’m too practical for this kind of thing, I suspect….. But at least we got a glass of champagne out of it. Can’t wait for the next event!

And thank you, no need to put me in the draw – I just wanted to tell my story…. 😉

Jackie b says:

I can answer this question, but then I would have to kill you.
My first expensive purchase was Amouage Epic, absolutely no regrets. Then Jubilation.
Then La Pausa but couldn’t decide between it and Cuir de Russie so got both. Then I found Clive Christian X, yep, had to have that too…
Have to stop now, feeling faint.

Jennie says:

I only have two pricey fragrances in my collection, both of which I acquired at a perfume warehouse sale (what luck!). At the first sniff of Amouage Gold and Amouage Dia for women I had to have them both, and so purchased a very classy travel set of each for a VERY reasonable price. I feel sophisticated to the max when I wear these two deluxe beauties. I am not normally inclined to spend mega dollars on fragrance, but when you are presented with an opportunity like that you just go for it.