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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Smells Like My Life . . .

Hello. My name is Sid. I'm a scentaholic. 


Did you know that our town is home to the Christian Dior perfume factory? Yikes. Somehow putting "Dior" and "factory" in the same sentence seems wrong. Atelier, perhaps? In any case, its presence might be one of the reasons there are very few foreign perfumes on the store shelves.  Calvin Klein? Carolina Herrera? Qui?  You'll have to order those online. Or stock up when traveling.

I'm fairly picky about scents. Ok, very picky. For a while I was even banned from buying any more scented candles and absolutely no more soaps. There's just something about a rose candle, a tea-scented room spray, or a Tek&Tonka incense stick . . . .and that's just the house.

When it comes to perfumes . . . they're like a catalog. Today I'm wearing YSL's latest--a recent gift. Depending on the circumstances I may or may not wear a particular one for some time.  Each perfume conjures up a memory, an era, a feeling. I know I'm not the only one who debates between fruity and floral in the morning.  Hello? Anybody there?

My perfume drawer (because you should keep your perfumes in the dark) would tell you tales of young adulthood (Happy/Eden) of a time when I was paid to work (Tribu/Truth/J'adore), and of marriage (Burberry). They say a woman should have one perfume, a defining scent--but don't we all end up smelling like the mothballs and cedar of our twin-set drawers??


Kidding. So what would the experts say of this year since I have almost singlehandedly kept the ateliers afloat? Trauma? Drama? Good vintage year? To be fair I do, in fact, have a "signature" scent and it was made down the road.

What's your special perfume?