I interviewed Happy Days icon Henry Winkler for The Guardian a couple of days ago on the happy occasion of his being made an honorary OBE (Officer of the Order of the British Empire) by Her Majesty the Queen.
As we chat in his fancily cozy living room, I smell amber in the air, then clock the three L'Artisan Parfumeur terracotta amber balls on the coffee table between us. My fume radar is up and activated.
“Do you wear fragrance?” I can't resist asking.
Henry obligingly leans forward in his armchair, offering his neck for me to sniff. I catch a whiff of spices and flinty vetiver.
“Terre d'Hermès,” he replies to my questioning look. “This is now my favorite. My wife and my daughter love Gendarme.”
It seems Mr. Winkler has some perfumista in his DNA. He perks up when I tell him about my little “lemonade stand”, Katie Puckrik Smells. “This is great -- I'm gonna look this up!” he enthuses, pocketing my card. Fumie to fumie, he confides, “I used to be crazy about Pour Homme by Yves Saint Laurent.”
YSL Pour Homme is a 70s classic: a lemon-o-centric animalic aromatic number that's both zesty and earthy. Perfect for The Fonz!