I know I have been ignoring my blogdom for a while. While I have been busy living life, as opposed to blogging it, there has also been a strange obsession that has been occupying my time. Ever used a product that you totally fell in love with and were absolutely faithful to for a few years until the heartless corporations that manufacture it decided to pull the rug out from under your feet? That is precisely what happened to me some years ago.
Most friends know me as a perfume whore of the first calibre. I have a collection of scents and I do not stick to any one of them. What I wear for the day is greatly dependant on how I feel when I slink out of bed, bleary-eyed, in search of my first transfusion of caffeine every morning.
There is Stella Mcartney for the girly, feminine days. Gucci Envy is when I feel confident or want to feel confident/grown up/strong. MNG is for days when I know I will end up feeling hot, bothered and sweaty as it blends very well with a sporty persona. Elizabeth Arden’s Forever is a mainly evening scent – for slightly more formal occasions. Aigner is also something that sits on my dresser, and gets picked out – just because I feel like it.
What many people do not know is that I was made this way. I told myself that I would never fall in love with another perfume again, as the treacherous manufacturers discontinued the one and only scent I ever gave my heart to. Donna Karan released this wonderful, wonderful perfume called Chaos – sometime in ’96 (I think). And it was taken off the shelves with no explanation, leaving many people bereft, in 2002.
Haiz – that was a scent I was addicted to for 6 long years.
What made Chaos reign supreme in my list of perfumes was its really unique make-up. It wasn’t floral. Not woodsy. Nope -not spicy either. No major overtones of musk. It was a very subtle blend of sandalwood and incense and musk. It was a comfort scent. I wore it as the scent kept me happy throughout the day – not for anyone else’s benfit. And now, it look like I may well have to burn almost a quarter of my year end bonus (if I am lucky) to bid and get my grubby paws on a bottle of
THIS
Now, if I put it on my Christmas wish list, do you think Santa might pay me a visit this year?
