As I wrap up the week of scents for the twelve categories I so confidently described on Monday, I’m left with a lot of bottles in my cabinet and a lot of situations that call out for a particular perfume. Clearly, I’m full of baloney. Twelve is not enough. So let’s get on with it:
The Killer White Floral: Everyone needs a spectacular, lush, white floral perfume in her arsenal. Some of you may think you’re not the type, and for a long time I thought the same about myself. So I stuck to my spicy, incense-y scents. Then I smelled L’Artisan Fleur d’Oranger. I realized that white flowers don’t always mean Ricci L’Air du Temps, but can mean Woman (with a capital “W”). If not now, then some day you’ll want to smell the knockout funk of indolic jasmine, the dreaminess of frangipani, the diva hit of tuberose, and creamy gardenia. Put away a bottle of Annick Goutal Songes or, if you’re up to it, Piguet Fracas, Chanel Gardenia, or Serge Lutens Tuberose Criminelle. You’ll be glad you did…
I feel like I should be wearing a Jean Harlow dress, leaning back on a chaise longue, and dangling a maribou-trimmed mule from one foot. “And now,” I’d say, “Let me tell you about how to seduce a man through scent.” Unfortunately, I’m no Jean Harlow. Or even Olive Oyl, for that matter. But I’ll give this topic a stab and count on you to help me out.
Sometimes, when I’m exhausted by work, or feeling anxious, or the moon is pulling strangely on my brain, I take special measures. I draw a hot bath and dig out an old magazine to keep me company in the tub. For dinner I have a bowl of pasta and maybe a generous glass of wine. And I choose a comfort fragrance to wear as the evening winds down.
O.K., here’s a question: How many perfumes does a woman need?