As a perfume lover, I find I’m getting braver as time goes on.
As little as 2 years ago, I wouldn’t go near a leather scent, gave
lavender a wide berth, and avoided cumin like the plague (still do mostly).
But now I’m branching out and have discovered a few scents
I like containing those previously-shunned notes.
In fact, I’ve found I’m really enjoying experimenting and getting out of my
comfort zone. I’ve even tried several scents considered
to be controversial.
Fortunately, all through my sampling I’ve never actually experienced a scrubber.
I have met my match and it came from a most unlikely source.
With all my years around ink, printing presses,
and the like, I would have thought Byredo’s M/Mink would be instant love,
or at least OK. (I’m a fan of several of their scents, BTW.)
But one spritz and something so sharp rose up from my wrist
that I could almost see a tiny dark cloud forming.
A harsh smell which I can only describe as alternating between burnt plastic
and metal quivered my liver, as Musette would say,
and nearly drove me to the sink.
Now I’m not one to give up easily, so in the interest of giving it a fair shot, I’m
holding out as long as I can. Right now, as I type this,
I’m holding my head as far away as humanly possible from
my right wrist.
Still feeling a bit green around the gills, I sniff it again a good 30 to 40 minutes in.
The almost-chemical, plasticky-metallic smell remains, just a touch
less intense. I don’t think any of my rescue scents can save it.
Come on, old girl, I tell myself, give it just a little longer.
It might yet have an unexpectedly happy ending.
And so I wait. Now well beyond the hour mark, more of the same.
I’ve read other people who have gotten some great notes out of it.
Where’s the lovely, woody incense? The warm honey
and amber? The patchouli? Arggh.
Alas, 2 hours later, I pack it in. I have done my duty
and now I must surrender. I cannot go to bed
with this on my wrist. My date with industrial-strength Tide awaits.
(My apologies to those of you who love this unusual scent;
I’m glad it works for you.)
So please share your horror stories. What scents have sent you
scrambling to the sink?