Now that we are back in the land of the nonvacationing, it’s… allergy season! I barely hit the U.S. when my throat got sore, I started coughing and my sinuses went nuts. Apparently it’s big cottonwood and Ruissian Olive time. My house is now all closed up, and I’m finally feeling a little relief this evening.
So… I can’t smell, which puts a crimp in my perfume smelling and writing plans. Instead, let’s talk about my perfume vacation. I forgot to pack even a squirt of perfume in my bags. Other than the mandatory stop at Serge and picking up that bottle for March, I didn’t smell one perfume for three weeks. After living with perfume daily for the last three years, trying on samples like a hen pecks at corn, it was really nice… for about a week, and then I just started feeling naked and like some essential part of me was missing.
It’s disorienting to have something that has become such a quiet expression of your daily emotions not be readily available to you for that long. So can I live without perfume? Sure, but my world was thinner, paler, with less expression of who I was surrouding me in a perfumed cloud. While I’m glad I took that vacation, it’s only because I appreciate now much more what perfume does subtly in terms of my well-being.
First perfume I put on when I got back? Hermessence Osmanthe Yunnan. Even though I couldn’t even smell it.
Have any of you ever taken a vacation from perfume? For how long? Hey, and wish March a Happy Birthday too!