I've been wearing Frédéric Malle Portrait of a Lady for two straight days and I have a headache, and it smells like I'm wearing industrial-strength Stella. It's that rosy-winey-headache-y accord turned up to eleven and it hurts me right behind the eyes.
Dan's agony is reduced to clip art.
Don't try to blame it on my recent pneumonia (the rare pneumonia that my doctor told me I should feel complimented to have because it usually only attacks very healthy young people, and it apparently mistook me for one of those.) Anyway, 1) pneumonia doesn't cause headaches behind the eyes, and 2) I'm certain I won't like the smell of this on my healthiest day.
It seems silly to disparage a $300 Ropion perfume of irrefutable quality, one that's received almost unanimous gushing online, but, gosh, it's like dating a woman whom everyone insists is brilliant and beautiful and then feeling apathetic afterward.
Grace Kelly: guaranteed to induce apathy in Dan.
Sorry for my whining. I'll try to get to the bottom of why it smells/feels just like Stella to me.
J'accuse le musc. Musk is always at the root of my perfume headaches.
And I'm sure an overzealous application of the Lady the night before my recent holiday TV segments was responsible for the two week-long headache I had afterwards. That and the heedless on-air spraying of both Malle Carnal Flower and Van Cleef & Arpels Midnight in Paris. And the reckless spritzing of The Body Shop Neroli Jasmin at the mall where I met Bonkers About Perfume Vanessa immediately after the appearance.
Big Pharma branches out to board games.
I've basically blown out my perfume satiation safety settings. Probably permanently. It's from my chronic "eating the entire Easter basket" syndrome.
You're lucky you didn't kill yourself. If the perils of fragrance toxicity were illustrated, they could post a picture of you with little smelly curlicues rising off your head and a red "X" through your face. You and your Carnal Flower are to the anti-scent people what Beyoncé and her furs are to PETA.
That's not fur. Beyoncé's just really hairy.
And maybe this only represents a reflexive backlash against Portrait of a Lady, but you know what I'm wearing and loving right now? Gorilla Perfume Orange Blossom.
It's so smooth, comforting and surprisingly rich. It's not sufficiently strange or aspirational to win any plaudits from the perfume experts, but it's a really great orange blossom and there's nothing wrong with that. It's what all the young people should be wearing this summer!
If Portrait of a Lady is the gorgeous woman who leaves you cold, Orange Blossom is the charming friend you always seem to overlook. Until the end of the movie when a light bulb goes off and you suddenly end up with her, an hour after the audience knew you would.
Grace overplays "girl next door" with one too many pairs of geek glasses.
I am ultra-sensitive to the muskiness of Stella, but I don't get Stella-osity from Portrait of Lady. It's a musky rose, sure, but it doesn't suffocate me like Stella does. And it doesn't smell like Stella to me. But I can overdo the Lady. And I can also eat an entire plastic pumpkin head of Halloween candy.
I like the way you make that Orange Blossom sound. So much so that I was moved to open my Gorilla goody bag of samples and try it on. Your Orange Blossom is nice. It has an ashiness that makes me think of it as the orange blossom version of L'Artisan Parfumeur Vanilia or Etat Libre d'Orange Jasmin et Cigarette.
Yes, there is an ashiness to Orange Blossom. I wonder what makes it stay around so long, because I can still smell it. It hasn't exactly developed, it's just gotten more ashy and less blossomy.
After all my finger-pointing, I ultimately failed to find any comparisons between Portrait of a Lady and Stella, so I must be imagining the smell similarities. But I've come to dislike both of them so much, I don't want to do a side-by-side.
Have any of you ever turned a beloved perfume into nasal torture chamber by overspraying?