On the Scent
I can’t stand Davidoff Cool Water cologne.
It’s got nothing to do with whether or not it actually smells bad. Not really. To me, it smells like a kid who sat in front of me in high school who was mean to my friends. He’s probably grown up to be perfectly nice. People tend to. But I still hate that smell.
Then there’s some other cologne. Abercrombie & Fitch Woods, I think. It isn’t that it smells very good. I don’t think it really does. But it has… nicer memories.
I had some conversations this week about smells. There are some you love, some you hate, and some that just mean a lot. Smells are memories, and they’ve got such strong emotions attached to them.
That’s been making me think about the things youÂ choose to smell like. I realized that you could chart out your life by the scents you wore. It’s a personality history in little bottles.
Here’s mine, as much as I can remember. The theory works pretty well for me.
Love’s Baby Soft (I think there was a law decreeing it My First Perfume)
Coty Vanilla Fields (…for years)
Elizabeth Arden Sunflowers
Clinique Happy (…and years)
Thierry Mugler Angel (…and years)
…and lately, I’ve been switching among Burberry Brit or Jo Malone Vintage Gardenia in the summer, and Burberry London or Jo Malone Nutmeg & Ginger in the winter. But mostly the Vintage Gardenia.
I’m going to look a lot more carefully at people’s dressers and sink vanities, now.