I love perfume and I can remember every bottle that I ever bought, or was given to me. As a child, I recall seeing a bottle of Joy by Jean Patou sitting on a dressing table all alone. I have no clue where this was but the black/dark blue bottle with the red cap mesmerized me. It was strange and sophisticated and slightly sinister. It seemed like the pinnacle of womanhood and I was going to wear it when I grew up. However, as a pre-teen I started off wearing what many young girls in the eighties wore: Charlie. I thought I was so mature and sophisticated and those magazine ads with the blonde patting the man’s behind was my first glimpse into the promise of being a strong, beautiful, and slightly aggressive woman.
Throughout high school, I worked my way up to Poison, Coco Chanel and Chloe- the one that smelled like apricots. After that there was a melange of Body Shop fragrance oils until I discovered Opium. It was Christmas and I was in my fourth year at university and I was angry at my cheating boyfriend and decided to go shopping. It smelled of revenge, and I loved it. I dumped the boy and kept the scent. Next was Mitsouko and I’m not sure how I stumbled upon that one- I suspect it was the bottle design that lured me. It was old and unusual and promised something exotic. It’s one that I got many comments on- good comments. Unfortunately I met someone who wore it too and instead of lightly applying it, she had a habit of dousing herself in it. Mitsouko is complex, powdery, peppery and definitely not one to apply too liberally. Just a dab. That’s all you need. These days I tend to wear lighter fragrances- happy ones. I love Kate Spade’s Twirl as to me it smells like something sparkling- maybe champagne. I mix it up sometimes with Tocca’s Stella and Fragonard’s Rose de Mai. However, every once and I while I take out my Opium for a spin. It’s good to remind yourself of where you’ve been.