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.
Kayliana’s request of scents for rock concerts, the opera, football games (from a comment on Monday’s article): For rock concerts, you can go in one of two directions. You can cut through the body heat and cigarette smoke of a late-night club by wearing a classic cologne, like 4711, Santa Maria Novella Eva, or even Chanel Cristalle. These will help perk you up, too, if the headliner isn’t coming on until two in the morning. On the other hand, my preference would be to give in to the smoke and thick air and make a statement with Caron Tabac Blond. Etro Shaal Nur would be good, too, with its combination of lemon and incense.
The last opera I saw was Don Giovanni, and I wore Songes, which on reflection probably had too much sillage (although I loved it and expected everyone in front of and behind me to congratulate me during intermission on my excellent choice). A scent to wear to the opera should be subtle, so not to disrupt the audience’s enjoyment, but complex and have some drama. Hmm. What did Maria Callas wear? I’m going to suggest Balenciaga Quadrille for cooler weather. It’s a hardcore chypre and takes a while to appreciate, but it keeps to itself and unwinds in an interesting way. Let’s pick a Guerlain, too. A measured application of L’Heure Bleue would be beautiful for the sadness of Madama Butterfly.
Football? Until Eau de Lager and Brats is made (and let’s hope it never is), I’m going to suggest something with a strong coffee note, like L’Artisan Navigateur. On the west coast football games always seem too early on Sunday mornings. If your team isn’t doing well, a zen scent like Bvlgari Eau de Thé Vert or Shiseido Relaxing Balm might be the ticket. If you don’t like football, try Andy Tauer L’Air du Désert Marocain and pretend you’re somewhere else.
Oh no! We’ve run out of space, but so many bottles beckon: L’Artisan Piment Brûlant for barbecues; Estee Lauder Azurée (the original) for hot afternoons in air-conditioned sports cars; Serge Lutens Bois de Violette for focused time at the library; Parfums de Nicolai Sacrebleu for rainy assignations; and Frederic Malle Une Fleur de Cassie when you need to be alone. Alone, say, to contemplate perfume.