I work in downtown Washington, D.C., so the upcoming inauguration is less of an abstraction to me than it is for some other parts of the country. My job is a few blocks from the White House, inside the red zone barriers. For the past couple of weeks as I’ve gone out for my lunchtime walk I pass grandstands and pedestrian fencing being erected. I get what sun I can but it’s that time of year for me; my lowest ebb. I get through my workday fine, and I’m grateful for that. But there’s a stunning lack of motivation at home. I remind myself that it’s really okay; as long as the kids and dogs are fed, and the bills are paid, and I’m not scaring anyone with my mood swings…. well, that’s where we are.
I sat behind a man on the Metro recently who was wearing Mitsouko. It was fabulous. He caught me sniffing at him (awkward!) and so I asked, and we had a laugh about it. He looked like the sort of dude who should be wearing, I dunno, something dull from the men’s department at Nordstrom. So it was a bit of a shock, in the most pleasant way possible. I am Two Thumbs Up for anyone getting into perfume outside the normal zone.
I retreat into my most beloved, heavy winter standbys – things like Serge Lutens’ Feminite du Bois or Fleurs d’Oranger or Cedre. Dior Poison. MDCI Enlevement au Serail. Fendi Theorema. I want to be wrapped in their candied sweetness like a luxury stole or a mohair jacket. No challenges, no rough edges, no intellect – just warmth and more warmth.
I used, sometimes, to be sad that my perfume obsession meant that my kids wouldn’t grow up with a “signature” scent to remind them of me. But as I move through these gray days and long nights I realize my coats and blazers and sweaters and scarves are suffused with hints of all of these. It’s just delicious.
Are you dragging a bit, or is this a good time of year for you? And how does that impact your choice of perfumes?