I went to an all girl's school. We smelt of nothing more than privation.
I did end up wearing Drakkar in my summer after graduation. But I have few scents with names I associate with guys.
I'm not big on sweets, which is why I tend to eschew the whole drown it/stud it with chocolate shool.
I am of the school of "just because it's chocolate doesn't mean it has to be sweet." I'm dialing down the sugar in my chocolate cupcakes as much as possible, to the point where the banana I brought for lunch was sickeningly sweet in comparison.
Or it could have been a mutant.
Why did I wake
up
from my lunchtime nap into a migraine? What am I to do now?
High school: some tea rose one. College: Passion Now: Organza or Sunflowers.
I'm dialing down the sugar in my chocolate cupcakes as much as possible, to the point where the banana I brought for lunch was sickeningly sweet in comparison.
Wow. I *really* want to try one of your chocolate cupcakes.
Oh, my. That's
wet.
I hear there's an encore showing tonight.
I've become, like Plei, a scent hound. Which isn't easy, given that the majority of scents turn to Play-Doh on me. (And I love the smell of Play-Doh, if I'm actually playing with Play-Doh! *I*, personally, don't want to smell like Play-Doh.) I have weird-ass chemistry.
My longest-running favorite is a blend I made myself of lavender EO and sandalwood EO. Currently I'm digging Donna Karan's Cashmere Mist and Acqua di Gio Pour Homme (the women's version goes all baby-powder on me, which is ICK).
Chanel No. 5 is LUSCIOUS, but I think I'm still to young to wear it.
What I'm wearing today is Cashmere Mist and a quick hit of Demeter's Thunderstorm fragrance. On its own, Thunderstorm smells like fabric softener, but mixed with other scents, it works, all ozone-y and rainy. With Cashmere Mist, it smells like trees just after a storm, with a hint of amber underneath.
As for men, well, I honestly prefer my men to smell like clean soap and/or laundry detergent, and that's all. No cologne. Ick. (Which, of course is both hypocritical and amusing, since I wear a men's cologne.)
Why, yes. I believe there is.
I'm mystified by the whole fragrance thing. Never worn any in my life, never wanted to.
My mother has no sense of smell. As someone very easily triggered to migraine, I have to keep her in line. Weird, though, to think she got into such a habit of perfume that she still wears it (and the same scents too, I think) even though she can't smell it anymore.
My safest scents that please me are baby powder and whatever Aveda uses in their humectant. Neither of those have ever set me off. Jasmine's often safe, but this morning was a little dodgy with the Lush Flying Fox.
