My perfume arrived today from Oliver & Co., the one-man artisanal line from Spain with the perfume philosophy "All ingredients must be the best quality and everything must be done by hand." Which, coincidentally, matches my own life philosophy and so how could I resist?
I chose M.O.U.S.S.E, a crisp clove scent, and because it came just as I was departing for my run, I sprayed it on and took off. I must be the only person in the world testing perfumes under these demanding conditions. I'm like the perfume version of the Underwriters Laboratories. Except without an actual point.
I've found that while some scents quickly fade during runs, others seem to gain strength, and the ones that gain strength are almost always the ones you wish would fade. Life can be so antithetical.
M.O.U.S.S.E (I typed each of those periods by hand!) didn't fade and instead seemed to attach itself to my nasal passages. Ten minutes into my run, I was cursing myself for ever thinking a crisp clove scent was a good idea.
The clove is fine if you like clove (and I do), but it's attached to some smooth aldehydes and Iso E Super, which flattens the clove and makes it smell modern and streamlined, a more proper fragrance than one expects from a one-man artisanal line, but somehow too proper. The effect reminded me of what Heeley does with mint in Menthe Fraiche, another fragrance that's both odd and super-smooth.
My assessment isn't fair, of course, because it was warm and I was sweating and those aren't ideal conditions for judging a perfume. And then came one more element: I suddenly smelled smoke, looked up and saw Pier 29's roof engulfed in flames.
|Pier 29's roof engulfed in flames.|
And it smelled great! I smelled horribly, the burning pier smelled great, and so against my better instincts, I ran right at the burning pier. (When I start my own perfume blog, I plan to display the lowest rated perfumes next to a drawing of a man setting himself on fire.)
Crowds gathered, firefighters dramatically rushed up ladders, black smoke engulfed the area and all I could think about was how much better everything smelled now that I couldn't smell myself. I'm the opposite of Underwriters Laboratories: I'm in favor of fire!
I'm home now, I've showered and re-applied my M.O.U.S.S.E and I can't figure out what all the fuss was about. It's good: a clove cologne that's a little more conventional than I prefer, but on the whole pretty nice. I'm always making things more difficult than they need to be.
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