Smelling good
This may sound to some of you as a bit strange. Everyone likes smelling good, nobody likes being told that they stink. I’ve always had a penchant for nice smelling people, men and women alike. I personally have never been one to smell badly, but I’ve never had anyone associate me with any particular fragrance either. I’ve always used whatever was available, if it was available, and I’ve never really cared what I’m using as long as it smells good.
But recently, ever since my 21st birthday, I’ve embarked on the journey to find my signature fragrance. At the moment, I am alternating between three fragrances, all of which I love. Now an absolute necessity, it seems really weird that I used to be able to leave the house without splashing on anything. It just feels wrong and incomplete now, because it’s one of the biggest feel-good factors of my day. Smelling good equals a happy me. Because I couldn’t pick which one is my favourite, I’m writing about all three.
Cacharel’s Amor Amor is a floral and woody perfume which is positively divine. It was a gift, after I complimented somebody on how divine her perfume is, and she promptly bought it for me on my birthday. Putting it on makes me feel pretty, even though I’m not much of a floral person. I prefer my fruity fragrances any day. Roses and lilies aren’t necessarily my first choice. But this one doesn’t give me a headache, because it’s extremely subtle, the kind that you can only get a whiff of when I walk by.
Bath and Bodyworks’ Midnight Pomegranate follows second in my short list of preferred perfumes. Admittedly, pomegranate really isn’t a fruit I would have expected to be made into a perfume, but hey! I just got into the whole perfume craze, who am I to know any thing? It smells almost edible and lingers on for a really long while, so it’s slowly creeping up to the number one spot. Plus, it’s a much bigger bottle than Amor Amor, which means I can use it more often and extravagantly than I do that, and not feel too guilty.
Carolina Herrera’s 212 Sexy was, again, a 21st birthday gift from a dear friend. It was part of a care package that I carry with me everywhere so that I can be “meeting-ready” at any given time. It’s a little pouch that holds kajal, face wipes, lip balm, etc. and a little perfume capsule. I still haven’t managed to really figure out what it smells of, it always smells differently to my inexperienced nose. Some days it’s tangy, and some days it’s floral. This is the tiniest of the lot, not to mention I have to use my finger to dab it on. So it functions as my emergency perfume, the one that I use only if I really, really have to. It doesn’t leave my pouch, which is why it’s no wonder that I’m still using it four months on.
*All the photographs (barring the last one, which is taken by me) have been taken off the internet.
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