Scent Diary, Jan. 10-16, 2010

Monday, Jan. 10: Ugh. Dreadful day, I don’t even want to discuss it. SOTMorning: I Profumo di Firenze Gardenia Royale, with an eye to reviewing it for the Tuberose Series. I don’t know that I’m going to manage it, unless I do a three-fer set of quickie reviews, or something. There’s not much to say about this thing, except that it starts out with the purplest, grape Kool-Aid-iest accord I’ve smelled since Poison, only more grapey. Ugh.

Meant to put something else on in the afternoon, but just did not manage to find either time or inspiration. I said, I don’t want to talk about it. Grr. Ugh. Finally went to bed (late, with a sore throat) wearing some Alahine.

Tuesday, Jan. 11: Well, I’m officially older today. (Is this what was bugging me yesterday? Today getting older seems fine.) Anyway, SOTD is La Myrrhe. Gorgeous. I do get why people call it “cold,” but to me it is like sunrise on snow, all pink and gold on white, sparkling.

Wednesday, Jan. 12: Snow last night – not much, about an inch, but still enough to scare our new superintendent of schools into canceling school today. I know there are remote places in the county that the buses can’t negotiate easily when the weather’s bad, but an inch of snow? Whatever happened to the bus “snow routes” of my childhood? Where’s this guy from, Atlanta?

And speaking of Atlanta, The CEO’s flight from Greensboro, NC to Denver was canceled today because of delays in Atlanta. Before he left, he’d checked to see that the Greensboro airport was open and allowing flights to depart, and the website said it was, but he didn’t actually call to see if his particular flight would be on time. So he drove two hours, only to find out that the backlog of flights in and out of Atlanta had led to the cancellation of his flight. The nice people at Delta said they could get him out of Greensboro at 5am Thursday morning, routed through Philadelphia and landing in Denver at 10:30am, but that would have meant he’d miss half the conference (National Cattlemen’s Association), so he bagged it and drove home.

Darn. I thought I’d be in charge of the remote control while he was gone.

SOTD: Smell Bent One. I have not been at all interested in investigating new stuff recently; I’m wanting to wear everything I already own. It’s good to want what you’ve got, I suppose, however difficult that makes reviewing things.

Good news, though: my 2009 NaNoNovel, the one I didn’t finish because I ran into a roadblock on how to do part of the story 20 years before the current time? I think I’ve figured it out. It’ll take some serious reworking, and some very serious slashing, but the story will definitely be better for it. Now, the next issue is finding time to do it…

Thursday, Jan. 13: Cold. SOTD: Prada No.2 Oeillet Parfum, which is gorgeous for twenty minutes (fresh carnation, with a hint of almond underneath) and bitter-soapy for ten minutes (a la Caron Bellodgia, a total disaster for me), then just very nicely floral (clove, rose, carnation, ylang) for a couple of hours. All this is followed by a dry, powdery base that smells like a dead ringer for my dad’s Shower to Shower talc. Urgh. At least it’s quiet at that point.

I took pictures of my miniature collection. The photo up top there is the close-up of the entire thing, except that Coty La Rose Jacqueminot was in my purse, and I forgot, so it’s not pictured. I’ll probably stick the more detailed photos up with future Scent Diary posts. Can I just say? It’s scary. And it’s my fault. And I need to cull the blasted thing, “references” be darned.  And, no, they don’t all live out on top of the dresser. Current-season decants and minis live in the shabby-chic, easily-accessible hatboxes on my dresser; vintage, reference, and out-of-season decants and minis – and full bottles, too – all live in (get this for trashy) empty plastic dishwashing-detergent-pack boxes inside the cabinet.

SOTE: Mariella Burani, because I missed her. There’s enough “clean” musk in MB that if you hate clean musk, MB’s not going to be for you, but there’s also enough of that lovely smooth benzoin-tonka base that this scent isn’t all cheapo laundry smell, either. The drydown reminds me quite a bit of F Malle Iris Poudre – or a less-oleaginous Dior New Look 1947.

Friday, Jan. 14: SOTD: Givenchy Ysatis, from a mini described as “vintage,” but since I got it slightly-used on ebay (i.e., dirt cheap) last winter, I don’t know how vintage it is. It’s certainly quite… dirty, so it might actually be vintage.

I got bad on ebay again: a mini of Ferre by Ferre, one of Bill Blass Classic parfum (I blame Barbara of Yesterday’s Perfume), and one of Omar Sharif pour femme, which I’d never heard of, but the notes sound lovely – heavy on the tuberose, of course – and it’s old enough that I think I can expect at least 1980’s-quality ingredients. I checked around, and you can buy larger bottles for just under, say, your average Kenzo price, so I’m hopeful.

I had actually tried to buy the Ferre by Ferre a few weeks ago, based on the picture associated with the ebay item, but what showed up was the newer but confusingly-named Ferre by Gianfranco Ferre (puhlease, GF, will you exercise just a little more imagination in naming your fragrances?!). When I sent a message to the seller to complain and ask how I should send it back, the reply was, “Oh, we’re sorry. Hey, just keep it and we’ll refund your money.” Really nice of them. The newer Ferre scent I’ve sampled and found it pleasant – I seem to remember it as being quite an interesting fruity-floral-oriental, with pineapple and melon in the topnotes, but nothing as icky as those notes would seem to indicate.

Well, I say I “got bad,” but the whole haul cost about $26. I’ll call that my birthday present, along with my fur hat. Oh, and my hat came too: it’s kewwwl. Very 1960s. Feels nice to the touch. Looks cute. (Unfortunately, it does expose my ears, but I’ll make that sacrifice. I have plenty of scarves, after all.)

Saturday, Jan. 15: The CEO is sick with some sort of digestive-system bug, and I’m trying to keep everyone else, including myself, away from him. Urgh.

I just looked out the window to see two of our neighbor’s seven steer calves in a head-butting brawl. They’re yearlings, so they’re essentially teenagers, with the accompanying teenage behavior. One of the white ones ran at the tan one, and the tan one didn’t back off, so they butted heads and circled around, and butted heads and circled around again, and darned if it wasn’t just like high school: two guys start doing that Threatening Shoulder Thing at each other, somebody yells, “Fight in the cafeteria!” and everybody else comes running to see. After several head butts, the tan calf finally turned his tail and ran away several yards, and all the calves milled around under the trees for a minute, and then Tan Calf ran toward the opposite end of the field, and all the others followed him too. Exactly like teenage boys, if you ask me.

SOTD: Nothing. I got busy, the day just slipped by… oh well. I’m not exactly scent-deprived. I can smell Ysatis from the little bottle on my dresser. (Next question, where’s my Ubar decant?)

Sunday, Jan. 16: Drove to my parents’ house after church for a birthday lunch (roast chicken, stuffed potatoes, green beans and brussels sprouts, scalloped apples, popcorn shrimp, and birthday cake, yum), where my sister made mock of my nose.

Mom gave me a Bath & Body Works hand soap – she knows I like them in the kitchen – and I popped it open to smell. “Huh,” I said. “I thought this was Lime Basil, but it smells like there’s coconut in there.”

A scoffed. “No, that’s their Coconut Lime Verbena.” She took the soap and sniffed it herself. “I just smell lime.”

Well, definitely lime,” I agreed. “And I like Coconut Lime Verbena, but this doesn’t smell like that one. Wait a minute, they’ve changed the name – now it’s called Fresh Lime Basil. They probably changed the formula, too. I knew it smelled different, less herbal than it used to.”

Mom (long accustomed to stopping sibling arguments, bless her) took the soap from A and proceeded to read us the list of ingredients, long chemical names and all, and lo and behold, coconut oil.   HA. I’m not crazy.  Vindication is sweet.

SOTD: Penhaligon’s Amaranthine. Some of you did not believe me when I told you that I wear this stuff to church, but there it is: I wear this stuff to church. Not one hint or intimation of skank on me (though there are things I wear that come right out and yell SKANK, forget hinting at it – Bal a Versailles and Citizen Queen, I’m looking at you).


26 thoughts on “Scent Diary, Jan. 10-16, 2010”

  1. Happy Birthday a few days late!

    You went a whole week without Plum? By the time I got to Saturday I was thinking, “Well, where is Mary Greenwell in all of this?!” Have you used up your decant?

    All the baby bottles lined up for a portrait – love it!

  2. Birthdays are a bit of a double-edged sword, aren’t they? Nevertheless, I hope yours was happy! I, too, am feeling the need to explore what I already have, with a touch of wanderlust toward incense perfumes.

    Love your description of La Myrrhe. And your photo.

  3. Happy belated birthday! 🙂

    Amaranthine isn’t skanky on me either, just lovely and sexy. Reminds me of warm summer evenings.

    1. Thank you, Marte – I’m always surprised when people say they can’t wear Amaranthine to work, it’s too “personal.” I’m not getting anything beyond maybe some warm skin, and not much of that.

  4. Happy belated birthday!
    I am slowly catching up on my blog reading after my long break from blogging, so I enjoyed discovering your blog recently. I love these scent diaries and your reviews, and I look forward to reading more!
    I also do not find La Myrrhe cold, although its big dose of aldehydes gives it a very effervescent, metallic sensation, which smells of freshly fallen snow to me. It is that interplay between warm, sweet spices, opulent florals and the cold facets that makes it such a gorgeous and memorable perfume.

    1. Thank you, Victoria! I am so glad you’re blogging regularly again (I need to add you to my blogroll again, now that you are), because your blog has been so helpful to me, not to mention full of lovely writing.

      La Myrrhe is one of those that, although I could pick out specific notes in it, I’d rather smell it as a wonderful whole. It’s one of my very very favorites.

  5. “ sunrise on snow, all pink and gold on white, sparkling.” – what a beautiful sentence. I was already hankering for La Myrrhe, but now I want it ever more!

    My birthday is coming up, and I also bought myself some vintage perfume, and I was a bit “bad” myself. Oops!

    1. I love love love La Myrrhe – sometimes people call it “difficult,” but I adored it from first sniff. About four months ago, I managed to snag a partially-full bell jar, and it’s so pretty… Sigh.

      Hope your vintage stuff is still wearable! As you can tell from the photo, I indulge in it. My ratio of “wearable” to “irretrievably damaged” is about 80% to 20%, with a few instances of “Wow, this stuff is fabulous!”

  6. Well, *I’m* not going to bury the lede. Happy Birthday! 🙂

    I love minis. I have discussed this previously, and will again. You get everything, just less of it–at less prices. Juice to play with, a fun bottle to look at. And those selections, like your box in the rear? I don’t say this often, but…the good ones are better than a box of chocolates. And I mean *good* chocolates.

    Was just looking at my own Muriella in the drawer, with the nearly red flower on top, and wondering if it was time to resurrect that one for a while. Probably will. In February. When winter draws long, but is not yet with end in sight.

    Moms know all the tricks, don’t they? It’s pretty funny when you’ve started using the playbook yourself…yet find the calls still working on you. 🙂

    1. Thanks, S!

      I love minis. I really lurve minis. (Does it show?) All the reasons you mentioned – tiny $, fun little package, lots of different candies to taste. That coffret there – I haven’t even tried all of them. The Molyneaux Vivre is gone; the Le De is not my thing, the Climat is very powdery… I love looking at them, though.

      Mariella! Such a comfort scent for me. And moms… yep. They know.

  7. Happy Belated Birthday, Mals! I hope it was lovely and may this year be a wonderful one for you.

    Looooove the photo, very cool!

    1. Thanks for the birthday wishes, Connie – it was a good day. The CEO took me out for dinner.

      It is kind of fun to enlarge the photo and see if I can identify each bottle…

  8. Happy belated birthday! May the year ahead be fragrant and joyful…..and please don’t cull your minis! They look charming, and you love them.

    1. Thanks for the birthday wishes, Tammy! The minis are really great, except that some of them are vintage and not in great shape in terms of fragrance… and there are some that I don’t really wear. I wouldn’t cull them HARD, anyway, just a few here and there!

  9. Happy Birthday! (sorry that’s late)

    Love the picture of the mini’s. I enjoy them too – the small size, the lovely bottles. My favorite is my tiny Kenzo Jungle Elephant bottle with its teeny tiny elephant on top.

    1. Thanks, A! You know, I had one of those Elephant bottles and knew that I wouldn’t wear it very often. So I took out a 1ml sample for reference and then passed it on to Krok – remember her on NST? I think she’s at college now and very busy. It was the cutest bottle, though!

  10. Belated birthday wishes, Muse! Am just catching up with everyone’s posts from the past week.

    Vintage Ysatis is quite dirty, isn’t it? I don’t know how I failed to notice this back in the 80s!

    The Ferre mini you got is the scent from c1984/5 with a prominent iris note? That’s the one I used to own. It is so easy to get them muddled, though – am not surprised you had bother on Ebay!

    1. Thanks, FS! I’m not caught up with my regular visits around, either… have been enjoying your CA posts but hadn’t had time to comment.

      Ysatis is an animal. (I like it.) Seems like most scents at that time period had those dirty-ish bases, though, so it might not have stood out then the way it does among modern “clean” things, whether we actually wear the “clean” things or not?

      The Ferre thing I bought was the one in the hand-grenade bottle – I don’t think it was the original scent, it’s the Pierre Bourdon one that’s supposed to be similar to Iris Poudre. Which may be the one you’re talking about… wait, lemme go check fragrantica again… well, there’s iris IN it. It’s an aldehydic floral, ca 1991. Here’s the link:

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