My Frédéric Malle Le Parfum de Thérèse arrived and, I must say, I've been quite pleased with my recent reckless purchases. Especially these Malles. My frame of reference on classic chypres is narrow, and I've never tried Diorella, but to me Le Parfum de Thérèse smells similar to the MDCI chypres, a little less peachy, a little more jasmine-y, but equally complex and feminine. Plus, it was a little more than one-third the price of the MDCIs, so bonus points all around.
Although reflecting on our bit about people wearing perfumes intended for the opposite sex, I wonder how many of my perfumes will be made obsolete the moment I settle in with one woman. Because I don't imagine any woman would want me smelling like Rita Hayworth. And I wouldn't blame her.
|Rita Hayworth smells like Dan Rolleri.|
I suppose we can split my collection and she can wear the feminine ones. Unless she's like an ex of mine, who only wore torn t-shirts and (occasionally) Bulgari Black.
I'm always attracted to the smart sarcastic girls until I realize the smart sarcastic girls don't dress well nor do they like nice perfumes. But by then it's too late and another spell of existential depression has set in. Maybe I'll just keep my Le Parfum de Thérèse and stay single.
Ha-ha, "Rita Hayworth.” Yes, you probably do smell like a bombshell, when all is said and done.
Regarding "when good girls like bad -- or no -- perfumes", you'll just have to cross that girlfriend/perfume bridge when you get to it. Ms. Right might not share your evolved olfactory taste. I know someone who had a boyfriend who was a gourmet chef, and she was driven by his relentlessly rarefied tastes to sneaking out of the house for secret McDonald's feasts.
I don't much care if a woman likes the things I like (in fact, it's nice to have certain things just to yourself), but it's more of an overall disposition of opposition (and that's a mouthful) to those things that's problematic. There's a difference between passing interest and aggressive disinterest and my torn t-shirts girlfriend came to be aggressively disinterested in me.