When you see the phrase “spoiler alert,” what comes to mind? Someone giving away an unexpected plot twist or the final climactic scenes in a new movie or best-selling book? (Note: I once sat very near the movie critic when I worked at a major daily newspaper and had to routinely cover my ears when he’d start talking about a film he’d just seen!) Or someone spilling the beans about who just won the big game? My DH, a huge baseball and football fan, often will tape the game and then go to great lengths to avoid finding out what happened so he can enjoy the game in its entirety.
But the spoiler alert I’m talking about today refers to perfume. How many of you have tried on a fragrance, loved it, and then somewhere along the way in its development, something spoils it for you?
I’ve had this happen before several times, especially concerning the notes of oud and cumin. Not good on my skin at all! I’ve learned the hard way that once that happens, that scent goes into the giveaway pile.
But a few years back, I tried something at Neiman Marcus that I absolutely adored and a lesser nemesis put the kabosh on it. Ramon Monegal created a scent for Neiman Marcus called Pure Mariposa. I sprayed it when it first debuted, instantly swooned and was THIS close to buying a bottle (which is a pretty big deal for me). But I decided to give it some time, just to make sure. And 15 minutes later as I left accessories and was rounding back toward fragrance, the love affair was over, just like that. The exuberant floral accord (tuberose, gardenia and orchid) was invaded by something that smelled suspiciously to me like fig, which wasn’t listed anywhere in the notes. Now I’m not a big fan of fig, but I don’t hate it either. But whatever that was — plopped right in the middle of my glorious floral fantasy — was the ultimate spoiler, a deal-breaker for sure.
I’m nothing if not fair-minded, so I tried Pure Mariposa on this weekend, just to give it another chance. But alas, the outcome was the same. So to salvage my fragrant wrists and put me in better spirits, I dabbed Carnal Flower atop one wrist and Byredo’s Tulipe on the other. Ah, much better.
What about you? Any scents that rocked your world, until all of a sudden they didn’t?