(our guest-poster you previously met for tea!)
“I wouldn’t touch (insert brand name here) fragrances with a 10-foot pole.” How many of us, as perfume fanatics, have thought that about one line or another? Maybe we think its scents are cheaply made, over-hyped to the heavens, too commercial/mainstream for our highly developed tastes or some other reason. Some less charitable souls might call it a kind of scent snobbery.
But whatever it is, I’m guilty of it, too, in a few instances. But recently I got a little attitude adjustment that sent me reeling.
I was aimlessly wandering around the fragrance area of my local high-end store, chatting with one or two of the SAs that I know, not really looking for anything in particular.
“Well, hello there,” said a familiar voice. It turned out to be a very nice woman I knew from another line, and whom I hadn’t seen in a while. And as we caught up, I looked over at her hand and saw that she was holding an amber bottle with a fancy gold cap. I remember thinking, “That kind of looks like … oh, it can’t be … nooo, it’s not Clive Christian!” My first instinct was to mumble a few feeble excuses, back away quickly and make a dash for the door.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking the brand. It’s a classy line, beautifully presented and all, but it is waaay expensive and has a sort of uber-exclusivity surrounding it (“world’s most expensive perfume”) that bugs me a little. Not to mention that one or two of their scents that I tried ages ago were not so great on me, so I wasn’t eager to tangle with it again. But my wish not to offend her overcame my urge to flee and I gamely held out my wrist when she asked to spray me. We chatted a few minutes more and I walked off, hoping I wouldn’t have to make a beeline for the bathroom and wash it off.
I headed over to another store, and promptly forgot all about it. A while later as I was browsing a clothes rack, something wonderful wafted up to me. Mmmm … that’s nice. What is that luscious, rich scent? Oh my. Oh my! OH MY!! It’s just so yummy GOOD on me! I wracked my brain trying to remember what I had put on before I left the house. And then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was that Clive Christian “C” for women that the lady had spritzed on me. The more I sniffed, the more I loved it, and the more I wanted it. The only thing that kept me from sprinting back and buying a bottle was that whopping $375 price tag.
I’ve since gotten my mitts on a small amount of it and am using it sparingly, but oh, so lovingly. For me, the moral of this story is: “Never judge a scent by its name (or older siblings).”
So please jump in and share your “wow” moment. I’d love to know what, if any, fragrances have knocked you back like an unexpected left hook. Was it love at first sniff or did it take a few dates before you were hopelessly smitten?