Anyone who knows (nose :) ) me knows that I love all things related to scent. I have an enormous perfume collection. To the point of being ridiculous. My other addiction deals with scent as well- i make my own scented candles becasue i couldn’t justify the expense anymore.
I think my relationship with scent harkens back to the days when I would watch my mom and dad get ready to go to a big party.. My dad would shave and put on his familiar cologne ( Christian Dior Eau de Savage) and my mom would get all dressed up and put on (in early days) Chanel and then later Opium. I used to live the smell of her when I hugged her good-bye. An exotic smell of lipstick, perfume and leather.
My first perfume- that I can rememebr was most likely when i was a tween- Charlie.. then later Chantilly , which smelled heavenly to me- and so grown up!
I become more sophisticated in my teens with full line of Christian Dior- one with the pink label. The came the hippy years- where I was prone to Vanilla and Patchouli scents. My mid-twenties I discovered a still favourite- Paloma Picasso… I made it easy for my family friend and boyfriends had had body lotion, powders , cream and of course Perfumne fro the entire collection.
I stuck with for years, and I still have SEVERAL bottles in my cupboard.
I fell in love with my husband because of his scent- and i can still swoon sometimes if I catch a hint of it on his clothes or jacket. he wears the men’s fragrance, Issey Miyake.. and I adore it.
It was an odd co-incidence but I stared wearing the women’s Issey Miyake about 2 months before I met him- and I still wear it. I don’t usually wear perfume when nursing a baby and my son just stopped nursing in the last few months… so I am quite pleased to get back to my fragrances :-)