Lately I'm just wearing a bunch of lavenders and eau de colognes. Which makes me feel guilty because, jeez, why do I own so many damn perfumes if I'm perfectly fine wearing a simple lavender every day?
Maybe it's like those people who have to buy a big fat house before they realize they never wanted a big fat house. Except I always hate those people. They're so self-congratulatory about their stupid newfound life wisdom.
I blind-bought the original Anat Fritz, which is no longer in production. It's just lavender, cedar, sandalwood and patchouli, spare but also edgy and rough. Have you ever sampled it?
I knew nothing of Anat Fritz. Which I keep reading as "Anal Fizz." But “thanks” for sending a decant.
Anat Fritz smells like an ashtray into which Great Aunt Molly has discretely spat her half-sucked Wint O Green Lifesaver.
|Great Aunt Molly, mid-Wint O Green.|
Oh wait -- it's calmed down. Now it smells like the dried mineral deposit under an intermittently leaky sink located in a shed in the Mojave Desert.
Stop wearing this.
“Leaky sink in a shed in the Mojave Desert” sounds great! Better than the perfume smells, I think. I knew you’d hate this one, unless you loved it, which also wouldn’t have surprised me. But don’t worry, I stop wearing everything, even the good stuff. There are so many bottles in my house!
Look, KP -- the perfume you’d ordered me to stop wearing was named the 490th Greatest Modern Perfume!*
I’m wearing it again this morning and while I can’t abide by the first part of your commentary (one, Great Aunt Molly doesn’t smoke and, two, I don’t even have a Great Aunt Molly), the second part is eerily precise.
The original Anat Fritz really does smell like some rusty sink in a long-abandoned shed near some old mining town, not like Calico, which has been turned into a corny tourist destination that probably employs someone just to check for leaks, but more like Ballarat, where these guys...
...likely left the faucet on 75 years ago and nobody noticed. I don’t think a negative comment has ever made me like a perfume as much yours has. Thanks!
(Though I just went on vacation and, as usual, brought only a cologne -- Chanel Eau de Cologne -- and a lavender -- Czech & Speake Oxford & Cambridge -- and, as usual, I recognized that this was all I really required. Why do I have so many bottles of perfume? I need to get rid of most of them before I die or it’s going to be so embarrassing.)
*by Basenotes so...y’know...whatever
P.S. This will ruin the leaky-faucet theory, but apparently Ballarat has no water. I learned this while researching the above photo and finding out the fellow on the left, Seldom Seen Slim, was a prospector who’d moved to Ballarat between 1914-1917, after everyone else had skipped town, and stayed there until his death in 1968, living in all of the town’s abandoned buildings. For most of those years he was the Ballarat’s sole resident and because there was no water (or electricity), he had to travel 30 miles just to take a bath. Which he did once a year, earning himself the second nickname “Seldom Clean Slim.”