Have you ever discovered an ex’s shirt buried in the back of your closet? Where even though you hold it far away — using just two fingers like it’s a biohazard — you can’t help but catch a whiff of that old familiar scent? And in one avalanche of an instant, all the memories come flooding back to you. (Is that only me?) Studies say scents can trigger memories even better than images can. As I recently discovered, perfume is no exception. Join me, if you will, on a scent-laden walk down memory
Like many of my current favorite things, in a word, Black Opium smells like sandalwood. But in a feeling, it smells warm and comforting and sensual and amazing. Multiple times a day, people near me will sniff the air and inquire as to what smells good, only to determine that what smells good is ME. I recommend this feeling. It’s not overly feminine, nor overly complicated. It’s a nice place to be.
My favorite perfume vendor gave me a sample of this, because they want to ruin my life. It smells like sticking your face into a rose straight out of a fairytale. I’m sure that wearing this perfume would make my life immeasurably better, but I cannot allow myself to purchase something this expensivewhile my bureau is cluttered with scents. I used the tester on special occasions like weddings and church services. My future self will wear this perfume. I like to think she’ll really have her shit together. It’s good to have dreams.
What exactly is adulthood? Is it when you live independently for the first time? When you start making well-informed decisions? I stumbled across Marc Jacobs on one of my perfume window shoppings. I’m in my early-twenties, and if I’m honest with myself, I want this fancy liquid in a fancy bottle because I feel fancy. I want to be the kind of woman who leaves a trail of sweet-but-spicy air in my wake, a minor spectacle on her way to somewhere important. I want to be, above all things, a woman. One day, I will learn that this feeling is perfectly okay. In the meantime, I will smell like a pleasant but overpriced pizza.
Fast forward to 2012, in secondary school, I got attracted to the bottle, which looks like a freshly baked bread from outer space. It smells spicy, sophisticated, hard to describe. I long to be all of these things. Revisiting this scent much later, all I smell is panic. Panic over some exams I failed, over my friends moving away, over holy-crap-graduation-looming-do-I-have-to-figure-what-university-to-apply-for? The bread cannot solve these problems, only time will do.
Meanwhile, I’m currently using Berries Weekend and you can shop your best perfumes with my vendor. IG handle; @scent.alluring.
Have you worn any defining scents throughout the years? What are you wearing these days? I’d love to hear.