Being the true confessions of a dedicated perfumoholic
The problem with being a perfume blogger – apart from the fact that most of your surroundings think you’re certifiable – is that you by necessity wear a lot – I do mean a LOT – of perfume that you sometimes may love and sometimes…may not. It will inevitably happen that you encounter your own brand of philistinism when you introduce your skin to a highly touted house and your chemistry flips you the bird as this much-marketed brand turns into either a hydra on your skin – sprouting another head of awful the more you scrub – or else…that you’re falling in love with juice that will entail selling off your seven-year-old to pay for it.
The things, the monsters, the hydras I have endured…I rarely wrote about. It just didn’t seem the polite thing to do. But surely, some day I should write about that infamous rite of passage for any hardcore perfumista…sitting out the duration of three whole dabs of Etat Libre d’Orange’s ‘Secretions Magnifiques’ on my skin without scrubbing. It was a bit like Anthony Bourdain drinking venomous snake blood in Vietnam because he wanted to be that guy who could brag about it with impunity…Well, I wanted to be that gal, and if Katie Puckrick had the ovaries to do it, then by Golly, so did I!
I did. I also turned green, then purple, then blue from holding my breath among other things. I dare say Anthony of NKDMan now owes me a bathtub sized drink…;)
On the other hand are the ones I simply…loved. Loved for their beauty, their peerless construction, the heart-rending drydowns and mood-enhancers and sex-me-uppers and just. Plain. Loved.
Cepes and Tuberose was my gateway into all things Aftelier. So compelling, so stunning, so simultaneously earthy and divine, spicy and sweet, it’s now become one of my Great Immortals, and on most days, there will be a tiny dab of it on my person somewhere. My Goddess Freya ‘fume. Sophia, another goddess in my novel Quantum Demonology, would surely love Fig. Something about jasmine sambac gets me. When it gets with fir and turns to fig, I’m done for. I’ve loved it – that much! I take Tango and Candide with me wherever I go just to breathe in their wonder. Whether it’s the completely seamless opulent bouquet of heaven that opens it or the perfectly balanced animal drydown of yes! Civet! Yes! Castoreum!…my little vial of Secret Garden is going fast. My ex hates it, which makes it a classic right there!
Call me a philistine, but I have yet to meet an Atelier Cologne I haven’t loved, worn and killed off completely. I want one of each in those big, glorious 200 ml bottles. But for now, I’ll settle for a small bottle of Trefle Pur. Because it’s lucky! I just know…
Ah, the many perils of Amouage. I first fell in love with Ubar – fatally and forever – and next with Epic Woman, although that took a while longer, but it crept up on me. Then, I met Memoir Woman. That took five tries and I was…toast. An instant love was the outrageousness of Opus V – a slam dunk for this iris lover which will soon be reviewed – and then, Suzanne sent me a sample of Jubilation 25. “If this isn’t you…” she wrote ominously. I’m terrified it is…me! The good news, from my perspective, is that Lyric Woman is gorgeous …and hates my skin. I now eye that sample vial of Gold somewhat askance…and I don’t want to hear anything about Memoir Woman in extrait. I’ll wait until the day I show up in Knightsbridge, smoking plastic in tow, and they can tell me anything they like, so long as they tell me they take Amex as I take one of everything!
I’ve drained my sample set of Aroma M d-r-y. Geisha Blue (a verdant sanity saver for total stress-out days), Green, which is my other favorite absinthe, Violet, a deliciously subversive chocolate violet, Rouge, the spice fest to spice up anything at all, or the newest, Amber Rouge…Aroma M perfume oils are stunning, beautifully packaged in their Yuzen paper wrappings and they last and last and last. So will our love affair, I just know it!
When I need a break from p-e-r-f-u-m-e, when all I want is to get on with my day and not worry about what I wear, when I get hit by acute indecision in the morning, Balmain’s Ivoire is what I reach for. A seamless, perfect dream of a green floral chypre that does everything a perfume is supposed to do – make me feel beautiful. It always does.
SuperMario Jr’s favorite perfume on his mother is Caron’s Bellodgia, one of the greatest carnations ever made. I make a point of wearing it when he’s sick to cheer him up. (His own, to his mother’s horror, is Amouage Memoir Man. He has sometimes insisted on wearing it to school…) Maman, meanwhile, has become addicted to the bad-gal leather of Tabac Blond extrait, thanks again to Suzanne. Yes, it’s the current formulation. I’m sure it was better before. But this is now and this is it and Tabac Blond is surely one of the sexiest scents I’ve worn this year? Wear wisely. I never did hear back from the guy I was with last I wore it to such stunning effect!
Ah, Dawn…she breaks my heart. First, there was…Vert pour Madame, and I have maybe three drops left, it’s such a perfect throwback to those Great Green Chypres we loved and adored. Then, I received a tiny vial of 1000 Lilies, and lilies don’t get any better, no matter what they say. Next, I discovered Sampsuchinon, which really puts the sass to my spice, and finally, she slayed me with Pandora and Paradise Lost. I love all of them when I can. Which is nowhere often enough for my liking.
Yes, I know. I know. But Etat Libre also gave us Like This…and I did indeed, like that, so much it’s all gone…as is Rossy di Palma, a thorny, spiky, green rose I also dearly loved.
In my year of revelations, two Guerlains – both from the L’Art et La Matière line – have converted me into a huge fan of Thierry Wasser. I haven’t yet tried Shalimar Parfum Initial – although I would like to – but Spiritueuse Double Vanille and Iris Ganache have made it into my regular rotation, and I’m so not a gourmand gal. I blame Carrie of EyelinerOnACat. That’s right. My nose had nothing to say in the matter at all!
There is no justice in this world if I don’t get my grubby hands on at least a decant of HdP 1740 – Marquis de Sade. Should be classified as a drug of a most lethal kind, so naturally, I’ve gotta have it!
I’ve only ever tried ODIN NY-04 Petrana (although I’ve heard so many great things about the others!), but for an iris lover, it doesn’t get any better, or classier, or chewier, or cooler. Then, I had the inspired idea – no such thing as too much iris! – to layer it with Iris Ganache. Petrana cuts some of the white chocolate overload of IG, and they dance in such beautiful tandem all day and well into evening…
SInce I was done in by a dangerous bloom, my Flapper perfume oil from the Les Bohemes collection has seen a lot of action in my neighborhood, and never fails to land me compliments. So does Giggle Water. And Absinthia, my other favorite absinthe. Does this mean I’m dangerous? No. It means you must run, not walk, straight to Opus Oils and try them for yourself! You know you want to!
Linda Pilkington, how do I love thy genius? Let me count the ways…Tolu, a golden, glorious wreath of resinous perfection, Orris Noir, the world’s richest, warmest, thickest, sex-me-up iris got me into a flirt…five hours after I’d applied it and it was still going strong! Taïf, a dark, rich, red desert rose…Frangipani, Osmanthus and Champaca when life’s a bowl of cherries on a flawless summer’s day…oh, yes! Genius!
Once upon a time, I received a Penhaligon’s Scent Library..and then proceeded to murder Malabah and Blenheim Bouquet. That’s love! Amaranthine’s utter strangeness and so-wrong-it’s-right-ness was stolen by a colleague. That’s purloined love!
There is no right way to say this, but say this I must – yet again. If you have the kind of skin that cozies up to green, then you must surely adore Puredistance Antonia. It is a masterpiece of a perfume – at once a reference to all those Great Greens of old and yet totally modern, too. It makes me happy and grateful beyond belief to know that Anne Bezantian felt as I do – and created what is – or what should be – a Classic with a capital C. Sigh. A forever love!
I never expected to conjure up the ovaries to fall for Fracas this year, but I did. With a vengeance. But there’s more intrigue from Piguet…since back in my Badass Days (when I was a good deal younger), I wore Bandit extrait…So I ordered a sample of the EdP from First in Fragrance, so I’d have something to complain about, only to find it was only slightly softer and not too changed these days, and that thrilled me no end. Bandit is another of my Great Immortals. Next I knew, I ordered a decant from TPC, because I’m still that kind of badass…and then, things got a little…weird. For this Bandit was not MY Bandit, with its bitter leather-violet-galbanum vibe and ashtray undertone (which is precisely why I love it, something only perfumistas can understand), but rather a fluffed-down, muskier version. Not even the color of the juice was the same. Came to find out that the US version is markedly different – why, I don’t know – and also, that I want that Euro ashtray version, so bad, I can taste it! On the other side of February 1st, I foresee an order…My sample is almost gone. I will cry my bitter isobutyl quinoline tears.
It gives me an evil amount of pleasure to state that I have managed to turn four of my friends and acquaintances into diehard Lutensoholics. Now, there are five of us where I live. I lured them in with Fleurs d’Oranger (best orange blossom ever created!), hooked them with Boxeuses, and wiped them up with Ambre Sultan. The Arabie is m-i-n-e. (and Suzanne’s! Cumin lovers, unite!) The Vitriol d’Oeillet I can share. If L’Eau Froide is half as good as I hope, this town is toast. Meanwhile, I have an inexplicable craving for the glories of Encens et Lavande…and want to try De Profundiis very badly. Cèdre I’ve loved for a quite a while, and thanks to JoanElaine, it can love me right back!
The boy of the household – whatever Hairy Krishna, the ginger fiend thinks to the contrary – is a bit blasé about the amount of sample vials in different locations around our apartment. “Argh, Mom…why do you always smell of something?” he asked me yesterday. Nevertheless, he’s being indoctrinated by proximity. A seven-year-old who wears tiny dabs of Memoir Man to school has, I foresee, a very bright future. But one he loves beyond all reason is the one I spray on his pillow every night – Skye Botanicals Fuzzy Blue Blanket. It has replaced the lavender/neroli blend I used to use to get him to sleep. It works! He sleeps, if usually a half hour later than his mother would like…
Mainstream hits and misses
I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t like very much of what came out this year at my local shops…Chanel no. 19 Poudré was such a massive disappointment for me, Prada Candy hated me with a fury. These two words should never occur in the same sentence: Caramel and hairspray. Gah! Bottega Veneta made my best of list. There are a few Guerlains I need to investigate properly – Insolence among them, and yes, you may shoot me! But the closest thing to a mainstream find – and I can’t even find it here – that I loved was a flanker to one I do like: Mugler’s Alien. I said it – I’m a sucker for intergalactic jasmine sambac. When Aromi of IlMondodiOdore sent me a sample of Alien Liqueur de Parfum, it took me no time at all to decide I. Just. Have. To. Have. It. It’s Alien but better, smoother, richer, with a smoky, satinwood, resinous amber drydown to die for.
Ah, we perfume bloggers have it rough. So many ‘fumes, so little time. The ones we had to wear to review, the ones we wanted to love but couldn’t, the ones we loved so much, we couldn’t review them, and the ones we love so much, we wear them even on the days we claim we’re wearing nothing at all! These were mine in 2011. What were yours?
Image: The Queen’s Crown, made for Queen Sophie Magdalene by court jeweler Frederik Fabritius, 1731. Royal Danish Collections, Rosenborg Castle, Copenhagen.
22 thoughts on “Best of the Best 2011 – Worn and Adored”
I thoroughly enjoyed this rollicking account of your scented year, even though our tastes are pretty different. However, we do share a love of Atelier Colognes, Ormonde Jayne, Puredistance, Bottega Veneta and that Alien Le Gout! The intergalactic jasmine of the original was a bit much for me the last time I tried it, but never say never! : – )
Your son sounds like a perfumista in the making – which is perhaps not so surprising given his mother’s passionate interest in the stuff! Lucky lad….
Never say never…Vanessa, if this last year has taught me anything, it’s just that! I rather hope SuperMario grows up to be a pefumista…although I wonder what he’ll be wearing in another seven years if he starts out with Memoir Man…;)
I need to try more Aftelier. They are expensive to deliver to Canada, but you have make them sound so good. I agree totally with Ormonde Jayne, Serge Lutens, and Caron!
Krista, yes, you should try Aftelier! I guarantee…they will change your perceptions of natural perfume forever! As for the Ormonde Jayne, the Lutens, the Caron…ah! Genius – all of them! And it just so happens that the lovely Suzanne sent me a sample of Francis Kurkdjian’s ‘LAbsolue pour le Soir’ – I just read your review, btw! – and I think we agree on that one, too! 😉
Great list! I LOVE LOVE many of your favorites this year especially Cepes and Tuberose and Tango and Fig and Pandora (all of which I discovered this year too)..ooh ooh and Marquis de sade and Rossy di Palma (I forgot about these while writing my list) ..and Fleurs d’Oranger (though that is an older love of mine)
Your son seems to have great taste, btw..:) I really must plan a trip to the Jitterbug Perfume Parlour and get acquainted with Kedra’s wonderful perfumes that you and Carrie go on and on about..:P
Happy New Year, Sheila!
Lavanya – I say this to everyone, and so I’ll happily say it to you as well – run, don’t walk! Straight to the Jitterbug Perfume Parlor and try Opus Oils! Kedra is another genius who should be much more appreciated! And the best part – not only does she make truly stellar stuff, they won’t kill you to pay for them and they come in a full range of body products, too!
P.S : your son has great taste, btw
Yes, he does! He gets that from me…Although I wonder when he loudly stated he didn’t like Guerlain’s Sous le Vent on me…;) But Memoir Man?!!! Oh, yes…
oh and I am glad atleast somebody else is not loving Prada Candy. For some reason, I didn’t enjoy the rushed spritz on my skin. I might need to revisit though- maybe I was not in the mood for it when I tried it.
I don’t know what it is with me and Prada…with the exception of the original patchouli bomb (which my sister loves), they all have this …hairspray undertone that kills them for me. Candy was no exception, and although it’s received a lot of love in the blogosphere, I can’t join the chorus line. But there’s plenty of other wonders to try…
What a beautiful selection! So happy to have stumbled upon your lovely blog =)
Jane! How lovely to see you here! Thank you for your comment! Stay tuned, because there’s much more to come! 🙂
Thank you so much Sheila, I can hardly believe how many of my perfumes you have chosen in your Best of the Best, I am overjoyed with this incredible honor! I’m so grateful for your exquisite, profound writing about perfume, and I treasure our heartfelt connection!
Well, Mandy, I’ve said it here as well as elsewhere…you”ve spoiled me for life! If my writing was inspired, it was due to one thing…the inspiration of ‘breathing in’…;) Your perfumes and your wonderful self have touched my heart, which is where I know you’ll stay!
Happy New Year, Sheila! So much fun reading your list — and very helpful too, because now I know that if I’m going to try Bandit, I had better order it from Europe and not the US. How strange is that?? Two different formulations … a tame one for the Americans? I guess that figures, given Americans’ love of “clean” smells, most of which are awful.
One of your fellow Danes (you Danish women have great taste, btw) sent me a generous sample of Serge Lutens Ambre Sultan for Christmas. Ohhhh, wow, baby. Now I know why you love it. 😉
Suzanne…that Bandit has made me wonder, too. I remember, when I received my decant, that I thought I had been given the wrong perfume…I was sure it was Baghari…a side by side comparison and a conversation with a fellow Bandit lover has since confirmed that there indeed are two different versions, despite whatever someone from Parfums Piguet said to the contrary on Twitter, when I was DMed and told the formulations are exactly the same…no. Elena of PerfumeShrine – one of my idols and a considerable authority and Bandit lover herself – was even surprised. I suspect there might be another blog post in there somewhere…I’m actually thinking of contacting Parfums Piguet, sending samples of both versions and asking for an explanation, for the US version is nothing like the beast that Germaine Cellier made, and the current Euro version is a very close approximation to what I remember wearing. We shall get to the bottom of this…;-)
As for Ambre Sultan…sigh! Yes. I love it…love it so much, I’m fairly sure no other amber can be quite so magnificent! And now YOU, darling Scent Twin, know why! 😉
Well hello!! I finally found your new place!
Frida! How wonderful to see you here at last! Have a look around, feel free to comment, look forward to all the future wonders to come that we can share! XOXOXO
Thanks, I really enjoyed this 🙂
You’re very welcome, Martine! I also sincerely hope you’re enjoying the contents of a certain Red Cross package..;)