Barneys is having its gift-bag giveaway, a favorite with Alicia, so I might buy something. Have you tried Serge Lutens Santal de Mysore? That might be the one for me.
I'd steer clear of Santal de Mysore. Despite the promising name, it smells like a Shake’n’Bake bag of random spices.
Any experience with Daim Blond? That would be a respectable Barneys beauty event option for you....
I don't remember trying Daim Blond, but I'm learning to dislike Serge Lutens all over again. Today was La Myrrhe, which smells like an ungodly combination of Chanel No. 5 and some heavy Neil Morris scent. I don't like it at all.
Yes, those Lutens frags certainly lean towards the spice rack. But there are exceptions. Daim Blond is downright subtle, almost sheer. And Un Bois Vanilla is a pleasing burnt cotton candy -- an upmarket Pink Sugar.
Fumeheads, any Pyrrhic perfume victory stories to share?
At Barneys yesterday, I wearily smelled my way through the familiar before landing at the Lutens station, where I was met by a particularly tenacious sales associate.
At first, I tried to be unfriendly, correcting her mistakes, telling her I didn't like the things she suggested, anything to stop her from gnawing at my ankles. But I couldn't shake her, and so I stood and smelled almost everything in the Lutens line, including Santal de Mysore. The sales associate was so enthusiastic about it, I ended up spraying it on my right wrist. First mistake.
You were right: it smelled like someone had shoved my face into a Moroccan spice market. The whole market! The whole Morocco! Ick. In the end, I wasn't crazy about most of the Lutens (again...it's like Groundhog Day every time I try that line) and the few I did like got lost in the shuffle. Except Un Bois Vanille, which always smells perfectly likable to me.
And then I tried Heeley Ophelia again, which, as you know, is also perfectly likable. And so those were my choices, the Lutens and the Heeley, moving into springtime, the time for perfectly likable perfumes.
And that's when I blew it. I started trying some things from The Different Company, mostly out of resentment for being so determinedly steered into buying a Lutens. And because I caught a whiff of coconut in the Un Bois Vanille. (I'm one who believes a 44-year-old man shouldn't buy anything with even the faintest hint of coconut.)
And so, at the last moment, I backed out of buying the Lutens and the Heeley and instead bought the last thing I smelled, The Different Company Un Parfum d'Ailleurs et Fleurs, an inoffensive white floral of almost no distinction. That'll show that Lutens sales associate!
Oh, and I sprayed Frédéric Malle Une Rose on my left arm and for a good 30-45 minutes, I was almost convinced the sample I’d sent you had been bad because I smelled like dark, wet roses. And then, over lunch, the cat showed up. And it had a full bladder. Throughout, Alicia insisted she smelled only roses, but for me it had definitely turned for the worse, just as my sample had.
So there you have it. I spent $175 on a perfume I didn't really want and now I smell like an incontinent Moroccan cat. It's times like this when I think I should take up stamp collecting.