Today I was all set to do a biased, judgmental screed on Elternhaus’ InsertAllReligionsHere (MoslBuddJewChristetc.), having prayed to all the appropriate deities that I would hate it. Because if I loved it, I’d have to throw myself in front of a bus. That’s how I feel about their blather. Instead, the combination of two different allergy medications seems to have done something to my sniffer, adding a bitter, old-vase-water note to everything I smell, including my morning coffee. While we experience technical difficulties and adjust the rabbit ears, here’s an aside, prompted by my visit with hausvonstone to Sephora, where we stared in awe at the ever-increasing “Gourmand” section. Really, a wall of shrunken heads could not have provoked more violent feeling. After some deliberation, we selected CSP Banane Vanille as the single most revolting sounding fragrance (although it was a tough choice). Hausvonstone observed, correctly, that it smells like circus peanuts. The Caramel Sunset or whatever was pretty bad. My fingers refused to pick up the CSP pineapple.
Meditating on my perfume collection (okay, right after I meditated on world peace): do I own and love any fragrances that most people might describe casually as sweet?
Sweet is my nemesis. It is the bane of my fragrance existence. I have a wicked sweet tooth, but generally not in fragrances. Too much candied fruit, or vanilla, or chocolate, or what have you, and I gag. But there are exceptions to my rule. Browsing my fragrances, I came up with a short list of things I wear to satisfy my sweet tooth:
1. Poison and Hypnotic Poison (the one with the almond. Yeah, I know. Kill. You. Now.)
2. Serge Lutens Fleurs d´Oranger (although this is mitigated both by the indoles in the orange and the cumin. But still.)
3. Berdoues Violettes de Toulouse. Go ahead, laugh. I don´t care. I wear it to bed. It´s like my summer granny gown – wildly unsexy but comforting.
4. L by Lolita de Lempicka. The sweetness of the base is offset by the immortelle, but – hey – who´s kidding whom? It´s sweet.
And that´s … about it. Now it´s your turn for your dirty little confessions. Molinard Tendre Friandise? Serge Lutens Rahat Loukoum? (Kill me now.) Your wall of Comptoir Sud Pacifiques? You can tell me. What satisfies your sweet tooth, or are you untainted?
OF NOTE: PERFUME ARTICLES/VIDEO IN SEPTEMBER ALLURE. I believe it was cheesy Allure magazine awhile back that did a big spread on the new Chanel Exclusifs line, and we all scratched our heads. Allure? So far as I know, their demographic is my 13-year-old. When the September issue arrived in the mail on Saturday, with a brunette Britney Spears on the cover (“Britney: Do the Drapes Now Match The Carpet?”), I leafed through it. There are two interesting articles on fragrance, Message in a Bottle (“an unprecedented number of fashion houses are inventing new perfumes…”) and Scents of Self, written by English novelist Kate Atkinson (“from Arpege to patchouli, one woman’s sense of smell transports her to many places”), the latter article starting off with Je Reviens and touching on scent memories. In addition, flipping through the magazine I glimpsed bottles of Le Labo, Malle and Memoire Liquide, connected to other blurbs. On their website at the link above there’s also a video (scroll down the page) of random people sampling the new Tom Fords. I have no idea what’s going on with Allure and their fragrance coverage, but I’m all for it.