This holiday season was a little different for me because I didn’t receive one of my favourite items….perfume. It wasn’t that people neglected me, I acctually said ever so nicely….Please no perfume, because I am a bit of an addict and have more perfume at the moment than I can find room for on my dresser.
Perfume for me always has memories attached. To this day a whiff of Hugo Boss will remind me of a guy from my uni days.
A waft of Guerlain Samsara will remind me of my trip to Europe and the most lovely woman at duty free who suggested it as a gift for Mum.
My earliest perfume memories came from Mum and Dad. In fact every time I smell Pino Sivestre I get images of Dad splashing it on before Sunday Mass and Innoxa Gingham reminds me of Mum all dressed up to go on her yearly anniversary dinner with Dad.
As for me, the first scent I ever wore was Revlon Charlie….Awful and way too strong for any twelve year old but I felt so grown up.
Then at fourteen I discovered Versace Red Jeans…sweet, girly and feminine and designer! So chic!
At seventeen I wanted to be a typical American Girl, so I flirted with Tommy Hilfiger Tommy Girl.
It didn’t take long before I was back to my sweet florals, embracing YSL Babydoll thoughout most of my uni years.
Then, at 22 I was suddenly mature and in the workforce. I was no longer a Babydoll….I was a Versace Woman at work and a Stella lady at leisure, and then when I wanted to embrace my inner rebel Ed Hardy Woman came along, though that was shortlived.
Finally, 3 years ago I discovered my signature scent Viktor and Rolfs Flowerbomb.
Designer …tick, Sweet …tick, Exclusive …tick.
There is one other perfume that sits in my collection….at first I was a little intimidated by it, boutique, hard to find, heavy…I wasn’t sure I could carry it off. It was maybe just a little too saucy and sexy for me…or was it?
When the cat is in the mood to play Vivian Westwood’s Boudoir is on to stay!
The Buzz!