The problem is I also smell funk which makes the gym almost unbearable at times. And I can describe what I am smelling in a way that will either make you happy or puke. Scents dictate my mood. I am currently wearing L'Homme by YSL, yes it is mens cologne. The critics say it is the scent of a successful man...oops. BUT think about body chemistry and how that changes the scent! Since I am a woman the cologne does different things on my skin and the violet and basil pop. The fragrance becomes sweet on me and it is a fresh clean scent. Here are the elements:
- Top notes are ginger and bergamot; middle notes are white pepper, violet and basil; base notes are tonka bean, tahitian vetiver, musk and cedar.
Beware because this is something that I am hungry to learn about so I will probably start boring you all to death with this....or I'll practice here for a little while then start my own perfume blog! YaY!!! Yes, it is that important to me. In fact my work prohibits the use of perfume and I wear it anyway because I can NOT function without it. I am not kidding. Every single memory I have is complimented by a scent. Its the color in my life.
Elle magazine's article says, "For some fragrance fanatics, scent is simply the sense with which they compute everyday life; its impact on their experiences processed in the hippocampus, the brains memory bank and the amygdala, its emotional control panel--more instinctual and intellecutal. ...Some people get high. They find it transporting, disorienting." *
and my favorite quote
"It makes breathing, ordinarily a purely functional thing, bring a little bit of beaty into each breath." *
Its true. I actually follow people arround to ask them what they are wearing because it intoxicates me. And on the other hand if i hate it ...I tell them I am allergic so they will stop wearing it. It makes me physically ill.
Ok are you all convinced I am nuts yet? Don't worry you soon will but I feel like a kid in a candy store. I am so excited! After all of this Ill go apply at nordstrom to work at the perfume counter which is the equivelent to working in a bookstore to me....heaven!
*Elle Magazine, November 2008 Issue. Notes from the underground by Maggie Bullock pg. 298.
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