Whatever the reason, its blossomed. And I'm suddenly craving whiffs of White Linen ... or Pleasures... its a decidedly Estee Lauder feeling. Cue the obligatory clouds of smiling sunshine. Actually, this confetti shot strikes me as an Estee Lauder-esque pic, don't you think?
Speaking of perfumes, its really interesting to me how many brides choose the same perfume. Brides from all different walks of life. I really wonder about that sometimes. You probably won't be surprised to hear that I've been 'flowerbombed' out these last five years, it's been a veritable head cloud of powdery bergamot and I need a scentual change - fast.
At this time of year I do wonder what the next bridal perfume trend will be. An elderly man was complaining to me at the last wedding I attended that he'd had to change his cologne from Lagerfield Classic for Men because it was a dupe for FlowerBomb and he couldn't live down wearing a woman's perfume!
Now, I don't have a Lagerfeld Classic kind of man handy, but I will be investigating this as soon as I get a chance. As a florist I've had a few serious perfume crushes but find that the longer I work with flowers, the more I crave 'single' themed scents, like rose or gardenia. Both are incredibly hard to pin down and my tastes must be changing as I get older. I'm in my mid thirties now and I remember loving Tuberose Gardenia (Estee Lauder... again?) to death. I spritzed some on a few weeks ago and it's just not working for me anymore. It feels cloy and talc-y. I can't believed I once loved it so earnestly.
One thing that hasn't changed since I first met 'Aromatics Elixir' as a teen - is revulsion. I can never meet a woman wearing this Clinique disaster without visual flashes of steaming feline urine blazing across my retinas to match the fragrant assault on my senses. Please, someone, put it in a bag and drown it. The perfume I mean, not the feral cat I imagine is sitting in a warehouse somewhere, bottling its devil juice.
I can't explain why I'm apparently in such an Estee Lauder state of mind today. Although I love the brand, I'm only being honest when I mention that she hasn't done anything exciting lately- beauty or perfume wise. I think I must just be in a fragrant funk. It's time to get out there and sort out my signature scent for summer. Maybe if I'm ready and smell the part, the season will catch up with my good intentions. By now you won't be surprised to hear that White Linen sounds (smells?) appealing, although not enough to actually get me off this chair and in store to snap it up. Both my current bottles on rotation (of Jo Malone Peony & Blush Suede cologne and Diptyque's Eau Rose) have no smell to my nose. My grandmother always said, "when your perfume stops smelling, it's time for a holiday"
Can't argue with grandma. Let this summer be hot and billowing with white against bright blue skies. Or at least let it smell that way...
