So, every once in a great while it happens. Something that I was sure that I loathed pops up and decides to seduce me. Sometimes it’s something that I didn’t even loathe, but just something I didn’t get.
Jicky was one that for years I Did Not Get. There was something that was just.. missing. I don’t think it was even really me- I was at the South Coast Plaza Neiman Marcus back around the turn of the millennium with my BFF Sue and I was seriously considering splurging on a bottle of the perfume. The bottle of it was just so pretty and I just loved the idea of wearing one of the oldest perfumes still being produced and breathing “Djeeekeee” when someone, bowled over at how delicious I smelled, asked me what it was. Sue said “Well that doesn’t smell like $300..” and at the time she was right.
I don’t know what happened: maybe my hide had to age into it or my sense of smell had to mature or Mercury had to go out of Retrograde or something, but I finally bought a bottle and it Just Clicked. It’s glorious. I love it.
Actually this has happened a couple of other times in a far more minor way. I used to hate and loathe Angel with the flaming passion of a thousand suns. I decried it as cheap smelling (to borrow March- or was it Patty’s moniker) chocko-vomit that was the garlic to my vampire. Even my subsequent initiation to and love for SL Borneo (which treads some of the same ground) could not make me loathe it less. But then I had a coworker on whom it was just divine- the milk chocolate was an invitation to lean in and the patchouli on her was mellow and dreamy, not the cheap, headshoppy BO accord I got out of it. It didn’t make me want to go out and buy a bottle, but it made me rethink that it should be banned and burned.
Then there is Giorgio. For those of you who are not of a certain age, Giorgio started life as a shop on Rodeo Drive in my very own hood- just a much nicer part of it. Giorgio was really the store that changed Rodeo Drive to RODEO DRIVE- what was originally a hodge-podge of local stores and restaurants like Hunter’s Books, Carroll & Co. men’s clothier’s and the Luau suddenly had Harry Winston, Louis Vuitton and Bijan. Giorgio was even the inspiration for Judith Krantz’ book “Scruples” (she name checks the store as being a competitor, but her fictional one is set up just like it.) Of course Giorgio was going to have an eponymous scent and of course it was going to be more Canon Drive Casual than Champs–Élysées Chic. At the $250k launch party there were celebs galore and for years the scent would be spritzed out of the store onto the intersection of Rodeo and Dayton.
I hated it.
It was a BIG fragrance- BIG white florals, BIG woods, Big amber, rubbed down with an angry feral cat and powdered to an inch of it’s life. It was JUST TOO MUCH and quite a few of the people who loved it seemed to think the proper application was start spraying the neck and when you were standing in a puddle of runoff, you were good to go.
But then.. You know how one of those online frag places gets you to order stuff by saying get to X amount to get free shipping? Well a bottle of Giorgio was perfectly priced for me to get there. (yes, I spent $12 to save $6 on shipping. I slept through Economics.) I thought, why not? I can wear it in the privacy of my home or use it to repel rabid ferrets or clean my tires. So the EDT arrived.
It was lovely.
Years and doubtless reformulations later, that which usually destroys a scent did Giorgio proud: all of the shoulder pads and sequins and mirror-ball cowboy boots and gold coke spoons are gone and what it left is a lovely floral with a hint of powder and just enough animal to make it interesting. Once again, not sure I need to wear it outside (unlike Jicky) but it’s very pretty and my pillows are loving it.
Okay, Tonstant Weader, what are the ones you’ve done a 180 on? Let us know in the comments.
All of my bottles or samples were either purchased by me or a GWP. Images: Pexels.