I doubt distraction, grief or pain had driven me there, but as I soaked my hands in warm water before soaping, I was suddenly overcome by blush-inducing wave of sillage. Admittedly, I was once mesmerized by a personal cloud of Serge Lutens La Myrrhe in an Arby's bathroom. It is rare to fall under the spell of a scent while one is distracted, grieving or suffering. A related similarity is that the timing must be right.
I have a very poor long-term memory, yet I find I am able conjure exactly when I first tried all of the perfumes below, and where I was when enlightenment dawned.
First, I can remember the circumstances of sampling these fragrances well enough to be able to reflect on the affairs afterward. Apparently, if I am greatly moved, my sympathetic nervous system must become involved.ĭoes it say something about me that I have spent a great deal of time ruminating on these singular events, trying to identify a unifying thread? (Short answer: yes.) In fact, I have noticed there are similarities between my own heart-struck moments.
My reaction to such new love is to blush beet-red, regardless of whether there is anyone around to witness my surrender. One friend laughed in surprise, and another pirouetted. Upon processing the first sniff, two enthusiasts have wept. Since my perfume hobby started, I've watched the epiphanies of several of my fellow fume-heads. In a small number of cases, though, a first encounter with a fragrance has been more like being within 50 feet of a lightning strike: no immediate definition or description does the matter justice.
1 Many of my favorites have crept up on me, gaining in beauty and mystery over the course of several exposures. A few perfumes have struck me with an analogous revelatory force. It has been said of great poetry - as well as of pornography, of course - that you know it when you see it.
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