It’s my birthday today, and I’m getting older ‘n dirt, and where… are… MY… PRESENTS?!?!?! Hahahaha! Just kidding, just kidding, unless it’s that Mugler Coffret.
Lurkers — for those of you that think about commenting, but you’re hesitant because we all seem to know each other pretty well, I just have to say, I didn’t know most of these people a year ago, and my first comment I posted on another blog made me nervous because I thought everyone knew each other and looked pretty tight. The very coolest thing about the perfume community is that it is welcoming and warm. Just jump in! You don’t have to know a lot about perfume or anything at all, but you do know what you like or what you want. I think everyone that blogs has been the lone dissenter on a fragrance or two, so liking something everyone hates is perfectly o-k. Well, except… no, no, no exceptions. So please make yourself at home and comment when you want. We love the back and forth, it’s what makes this fun, even when you disagree and think I’m out of my mind or March has a weird nose that likes things that smell like worms and feet.
We’re all friends, right? Okay, confession time. I have perfumes that I panic if I’m without that I never, ever wear.
I call them Scent Woobies, and they tend to be gourmands, but not always. I don’t very often want on my skin to wear around all day, they just bother me or are too distracting, but I have to have the bottle so I can take a quick sniff hit of my favorite comfort juice when I need cheering up or just scenty love.
At the top of the list is Serge Lutens Rahat Loukhoum. I love the open on it, but the drydown just is weird on me. Every time I open the bottle and that beautiful almond creaminess floats up to my nose, my eyes roll back in my head and I just sigh contentedly. Honest to God, this really should be a candle, I’d spend as much for the candle as for the perfume.
Next on the list is Serge Lutens Tubereuse Criminelle. Now, this couldn’t be further from a gourmand, and I find it difficult to wear very often, though I do wear it from time to time. That camphor’ish blast with the tuberose lollygagging around in the background on opening the bottle is just my idea of happy scents, and it will also clear my nose if I’m a little congested. Comfort scent? Yeah, for the weirdest of reasons. It reminds me, when I’m feeling all mommyish and frumpy that I am also all girl and need some tarting up every now and then.
Hermessence Ambre Narguile (aka Nazgul) — I hate this scent with the heat of a thousand burning suns, but only on my skin. The honey note in there and just the over-the-topness of the caramel and amber is just the last thing I want to smell all day. But a hit or two off the bottle is a slice of heaven…. or caramel nougat…. whatever. I can’t think of much that is more comforting than this smell.
What are your comfort scents — not the ones you love to wear — the ones that you really don’t want to wear, but need to have around?