I already posted my choice of fragrance for the Red Sox – Orioles game last Saturday, and am working on a biiiig post on Baseball and Fragrance, so I won’t get into the actual experience here. I did think, though, that it might be fun to share a bit of my thought process concerning my choice. Here’s the list of stuff I took with me – all samples or decants except my small bottle of darling Le Temps d’une Fete – thinking that at least one might work well for this evening game in hot, humid DC/Baltimore weather. I considered the following:
Lolita Lempicka au Masculin – I like the anisey angle, but there’s something shaving-creamy in there. I can’t say they didn’t warn me – it does say Masculin – so no ranting.
Chanel Cristalle edt (older) – This was the first time I’d smelled Cristalle in several months, and my first thought upon smelling it again was, Wow, does that ever smell like cigarette smoke! I’ve never been a big fan of Cristalle anyway (citrus being, as you probably know, Not My Thing), but I don’t remember having this adverse a reaction to sniffing the mere vial before.
PdN Le Temps d’une Fete – Contrary to my ICK! reaction at smelling Cristalle from the vial, my reaction upon pulling the cap off my little bottle of LTdF is always the same: Mmmmmmmmm. I love it. It smells slightly dirty to me, as well as slightly floral and somewhat green, and I still think it smells its best outside. Possibility.
Moschino Funny! – I remain nonplussed at the four-star review of this one in P:TG. It’s very, very nice – I like that grapefruit/rose thing, and it’s light and cheerful, without veering into cologne territory. It stays citrusy a long time in a pleasant, natural sort of way that doesn’t irritate me the way citrus usually does. But unusual and distinctive? Not really. Possibility.
Jo Malone White Jasmine & Mint – I’d been saving this one to try on a hot day. But on skin? Eeewwww, sour and garbagey. My first scrubber ever from this house, which specializes in Inoffensive, Nice Smells.
L’Artisan Dzing! – I’m not brave enough to wear this one out of the house – not only does it smell delightfully of old books and sawdust, it’s also got a strong presence on my skin of animal fur. I had discounted the “circus” connection with it, since most reviews mentioned the Old Paper-Vanilla angle, but immediately upon spraying it on my wrist the other night I thought of the familiar/ unfamiliar/ exciting/ disgusting smell of the zoo: animal bodies, fur, hay, and dung or droppings. Yep. Circus. Dzing! has also got a sweet component that makes me think of cotton candy, and those spongy orange circus peanut candies. It’s fascinating! And, possibly, too Virtual Circus to wear as an actual perfume. In conjunction with a baseball game and heat and crowds? Uh-uh, no way.
Thierry Mugler Alien edp – It’s very sweeeet on me – all jasmine/woods/sugar. I briefly considered its sweet vs. woody character and then dismissed it as being too heavy in this kind of humid heat. I find it extremely comforting, though, and love it for bedtime. But maybe the candied aspect would go well with hot dogs and peanuts and sweat? Possibility.
Ormonde Woman – why did I bring this again? I do like the opening very much, with its piney, aromatic feeling. But the sweet, ambery base of this one is so similar to Orris Noir that I tend to get them mixed up. It’s too heavy for summer, in any case, although the dot of it I’ve got on my thumb smells great.
Guerlain Chamade edt (older) – considered for two reasons: its nearly-icy, air-conditioned green opening, and the fact that its subtly warm, vanillic base smells absolutely fabulous with buttered popcorn. Popcorn, peanuts, hot dogs… and Chamade. I think it’d be amazing. Possibility.
Eau d’Italie Paestum Rose – its sheer, dry rose is lovely. But the more I thought of it, the less game-appropriate I thought it was. Also, my sample is nearly gone.
Penhaligon’s Lily & Spice – Nice little thing, a lovely heady white lily with cardamom, just the sort of thing I loved in Amoureuse, but toned down a good bit. It might be a bit too floral for the MLB Experience.
So I knocked my choices down to a short list and asked The CEO’s opinion. Which I don’t normally do – usually I can make up my own mind, thanks! – but I was dithering. I requested that he choose for me and started presenting him with my “possibles.” First, though, he picked up Dzing! and sniffed it. “This is nice,” he said. “It smells like vanilla.”
“Not that one,” I said. “You don’t smell animals in there?” He shook his head and went on sniffing vials.
His comments? Le Temps d’une Fete smelled “too dressy” to him. Funny! was “nice and light.” Chamade “smelled like old ladies at church.” (I admit, Chamade is tough to enjoy straight out of the bottle, even when you like galbanum as I do, and it takes a good couple of hours on my skin to get to the lovely rich base. Besides which, The CEO has a lot of experience with smelling old ladies at church, and that’s not an image I like to evoke.) Alien got a humming growl in the back of his throat. “Rrrwowwr. Wear this one,” he said.
Well, since you put it that way, I will. Ding ding ding! Winner bell for Thierry Mugler Alien. And it did work very nicely. You know how you’d think root beer would taste weird with hot dogs and chips, but it actually doesn’t? It’s like Beer Nuts. The sweet goes with the salty-savory. Alien was sweet and radiant and slightly feminine, and just trashy enough to add to the atmosphere of fun.
Image is Home Orange Outnumbered by Visitor Red from AntyDiluvian on flickr.