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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.

Chanel No. 5 is LUSCIOUS, but I think I'm still to young to wear it.

I was 25 when I got married and wore it whenever I felt the situation was worthy. Teppy, you are worthy of the Chanel.

edit: Bloody hell, in 4 more years I'm having my silver wedding anniversary. That's for old people! Like parents!

then a few years of L'Heure Bleue

I wanted to try this one, because it's what I called my favorite times of day- just before dawn and just after sunset- the blue hours.

Shalimar is my mother-in-law and therefore, I do. not. dare.

I love Demeter, and never had the idea of layering, but that's brilliant, and the Thunderstorm concoction would make me follow you around all day.

I wanted to try this one, because it's what I called my favorite times of day- just before dawn and just after sunset- the blue hours.

It's lovely. It has a similar feel to Shalimar, but deeper and warmer (and doesn't turn on me like Shalimar does). I got married in it, in fact.

I'm allergic to most perfumes, so I've spent my life fleeing from them rather than learning their names. The only perfume I can recognize is White Shoulders, because my college roommate believed in the concept of a "signature scent." Recently more young men are wearing something that sends me into a sneezing fit, even when, as happened the last time, they pass me going the other way on escalators. I think of it as tear gas, but I assume it has another name.