Even with allergies so bad lately that I am popping Zyrtec, snorting Flonase and dropping this gift from heaven into my eyes, dang nabbit I do love me the smelly stuff.
Perfume has always been a huge part of my life. I wear it nearly every day. I just like to smell like something other than just me, and on some especially hot & humid days I like to smell like something other than sweat and a musky odor distilled from my intense hatred of the weather gods.
A brief history of the olfactory goddess that is Whiskeymarie:
Once, when I was about 8, I made lilac "perfume" with my friends by smashing up some lilacs and steeping them in a glass of water. This was my signature scent for the summer of '79.
Much like any proud 12-year old in the 80's, I wore my share of the syrupy-sweet, powdery mist known as Love's Baby Soft. To this day, the smell makes me vomit a little in my mouth. I once worked with a woman who wore buckets of it to cover up a rather pungent "gaminess" that hung around her like some sort of toxic crotch cloud.
I got goosebumps of the hurling variety just now thinking about this. Ick. Ick.
Around age 13-14, I switched to a more "adult" scent. Meaning, this one was still powdery, but instead of sickeningly sweet, it was sickeningly floral: Chantilly.
I loved Chantilly. It made me feel grown-up and whatever I thought sexy was at the time, which usually meant it evoked a feeling that someday I might actually kiss a boy who was a loner and smoked his cigarettes the way James Dean did.
Did I mention that I had a little bit of a "thing" for the deceased Mr. Dean at this particular point in my life? I had a door-size poster of him over my bed. This was about the time I thought if a boy was worth having, he had to be B-A-D. God, I do still love boys with tattoos, cigarettes and a snarl. Mmmm....angry boy.
At age 16 I got my first real bottle of perfume: Ruffles by Oscar de la Renta, along with this for my suh-weet 16.
If this were still being made I would wear it every day.
This stuff smelled amazing, despite the dumb name. I couldn't wear it without getting compliments from everyone- men, women, boys, girls, circus animals. God I miss it.
Once Ruffles was discontinued in the early '90's, I kind of turned into a perfume whore. I tried it all every which way. I guess I don't have a signature scent anymore. I like mixing it up a bit.
What you may smell on me these days:
- Aveda for Men: this is my go-to scent for everyday wear.
- Coco by Chanel: Sometimes during the day, usually mixed with my Aveda for men.
- Antaeus Men's cologne by Chanel: I call this "come fuck me cologne", because it smells like the kind of sex you want to have but rarely do anymore. This is amazingly sexy and bold, I always get compliments with it, and usually get hit on by not nasty guys. Men's cologne attracts men- who knew?
- Youth Dew Amber Nude by Estee Lauder: regular Youth Dew smells like your grandma, and not in a fresh cookies and hugs kind of way. This version, created by Tom Ford, would make your grandma blush in her knickers- it smells that dirrrty and delicious.
- Fendi: an 80's classic. A little trashy, but it works on me. What a surprise.
- C'est rien que du bonheur! from Agnes b.: I got a sample of this & ordered it because it was totally different than anything else I wear. It smells like what I imagine Lolita would smell like- sweet, fruity, flirty and a heady overtone of sexy sexy sexy. Plus the bottle looks like those Russian nesting dolls. C'est cute.
I like to keep a bottle of Chanel No.5 around, though I don't wear it much. It smells like Mom. So does Joy by Jean Patou and good 'ol Charlie. I love when I catch a whiff of any of these on someone else. It makes me happy.
Perfume is a strong memory trigger for me.
I have the tiniest bit of Ruffles that I keep in a cool, dark place. I drag it out every once in a while and sniff. The 80's and my teenage years come back in waves- the boy I danced with at Faces (a teen dance club) who said I smelled good, so I told him I loved him. O.k, I guess we'll call that an "awkward at best" moment, especially since I now know he's gay- oops. Dorkiness aside, It reminds me of all the fun, all the stupid things I did, all the boys, all the bitchy girls, all the parties, all the heartbreak...sigh.
I can't put on Antaeus without feeling like sex on wheelz. If I'm wearing it, I'm usually going to get in some sort of trouble involving me "eventually" coming home after an evening out and violating Mr. WM thirteen different ways.
I would tell you to buy it for your boys, but you can't get it in the U.S. anymore. And if you come looking for mine I'll go "ultimate fighting" on your ass. Don't even try.
My gal Blondie gave me the most UH-MAZING perfume for my b-day this year. It's a perfume from Aveda called "Rose Attar".
Holy shit, this is wonderful stuff. If you don't think you like roses, man are you wrong. It's a small bottle and I don't want to waste it, but I have worn this three times already, counting Saturday when I first got it. It starts out all roses, then as you wear it, it warms up and changes into this complex, soft envelope around you. It's super-limited and I will cry when it's gone. But for now, I have it and am in LOVE with it. L.O.V.E.
So tell me-
What's your favorite scent & why?