I literally recoiled when you said no one else likes our beloved Chanel Coromandel. Then I stuck out my chin and got all tough like, "I don't care!" Kind of like when an angry Britney fan wrote to me on YouTube a while back telling me I had a "head like a square box". Yeah, kind of funny, kind of true, then I deleted it.
Anyway, back to Coromandel. She is a little eccentric. The way I pile it on, I have friends begging me to roll down the car windows. But then others go in for a hug, get ensnared by Coromandel, and don't want to let me go. Maybe your women friends couldn't process a guy wearing something so filled with personality? But goodness knows your perfume collection has more personalities than Sybil, so they should be used to that.
The Different Company Rose Poivrée: I never experienced the original. It's still pretty armpitty, and I enjoy taking long draughts of it. Couldn't see myself wearing it though.
I’m circling Creed Angelique Encens at the moment. If only it didn't come in that flippin' bulk-buy sized bottle. You don't have Angelique Encens, do ya, Dan? Because I would definitely hit you up for some of that.
Have you smelled Profumum Thundra? It's unusual and potent and handsome: mushrooms on the damp forest floor. Wonder if you might like it? Might be too butch for you.
I wandered into the Chanel boutique yesterday to talk perfume with Venis (his real name) - before we were pen pals, I've had no one with whom to talk perfumes and I'm starving for conversation - and Venis told me that Coromandel is his favorite of the Exclusifs, too, but that it's the worst-selling one. I hope they don't discontinue it. It's odd that they launched so many scents at once and I can imagine them trimming back. I did smell the new one, Beige, which is very pretty, more of a traditional Chanel, and definitely more female than male.
On Rose Poivrée:
TDC changed it years ago, not long after the original came out, and while the new one smells armpitty, the old one was positively offensive. It smelled like several kinds of pits at once. It's the only perfume that has made me gag. And that includes Etat Libre d’Orange Sécrétions Magnifiques, which is actually kind of nice if you're in the correct mindset. (Which means you can't be thinking about blood or sperm or sweat when you smell it.)
On Angelique Encens:
I don't have it. I don't have any Creeds. I've smelled a few and not liked them at all. They all smell like my Uncle Tony, RIP. And while I'm sure people thought Uncle Tony smelled fine in his day, his day was fifty or sixty years ago. (Though in fairness I've only sampled the male Creed scents.)
I've liked everything from Profumum, Thundra the most. Also, Acqua di Sale, which is a salty sea scent, but a very good one. I already own Heeley Sel Marin, though, which is similar, so Thundra is first. Thundra is next! (I can already tell you're not going to be a good influence on my budget. Maybe I've instinctively avoided these kinds of conversations for a reason.)
"Might be too butch for you."
Ouch. A fellow perfume lover taking a shot at my masculinity. I expect that from my dumb friends, but you? Although I guess it's better than saying I have a head like a square box. What an odd criticism.
The young people never fail to get all ad hominem on everyone's ass. You should tell that kid that having a head like a box means having good bone structure and having good bone structure means aging well and he and his stupid fleshy egg-shaped head can look forward to prematurely droopy jowls (if he lives that long). You've got to learn to speak the kids' language, Katie.
Okay, I've gone off the tracks and I'm surely infuriating you by now. I'm decanting for you tomorrow night. I'll just send you a bunch of stuff you might like. And, seriously, I have no perfume friends and over a hundred bottles of perfume. And I wear one scent per day. I can't possibly live long enough to wear everything I own. And I own more almost every week. My days are getting fewer, my bottles are getting greater, something has to give, Katie!