...which a reawakened devotee with too much time on his hands has decided to initiate.
This blog, my 4th spawned since discovering the joys of blogging, is an ambitious endeavour to be the first from a country known more for sandy beaches and sodomy allegations in the halls of power, than for fragrance.
The venerable house of Guerlain,slated to celebrate its 200th anniversary within most of our lifetimes,does not even deign to set foot here, and the testers at Dior counters take years to become drained by even half.
The blogger aspires to explore and learn about the intricacies of fragrance conception and composition and share whatever is learnt, whether from other venerable denizens and their blogs, or from influential giants in the field,on whose very words the industry monoliths' newest releases rise or fall.
Scent is, after all, the stimulant of two of our five senses: smell and taste; without a functioning nose, your tastebuds can't detect the flavour of what you eat.
And it goes without saying that one enjoys beholding a beautiful flacon, and for some, this is almost as important as enjoying the fragrance, which(if it isn't Angel)is evanescent and fades into nothingness after a day or so. Add to that the habit of some(like me) of fondling their beloved bottles from time to time, and that makes it three out of five senses pandered to!(Three-and-a-half if you count the dependence of taste on smell...but please don't drink your perfume!)
Actually, FOUR if you subscribe to Luca Turin's comparison of perfume to a itinerant orchestra.
I have rekindled my long-suppressed love affair with fragrances that started with '80s classics like Giorgio, Poison and Coco Chanel, just in time to take advantage of a favourable foreign exchange rate to snap up vintage fragrances on the new millenium wonder-marketplace called eBay, and will therefore share enthusiastically on these finds, as well as how legends like Mitsouko and No.5 outlast(or are worn down by) the ravages of time.
Having spent a sum that I'm only vaguely cognizant of, and constantly procrastinating the actual calculation of(which I know I really should,but fear that my jaw may not reattach after dropping when the truth is crystallised), this blog is also a homage to my collection: a gathering of quaint objects that I'm extremely proud of...still....Thank goodness!
Marvelling at the poetic prose of bloggers at Now Smell This, 1000 fragrances,The Non-Blonde and many others, I set off in this daunting adventure, where the opening of a bottle is like the unravelling of a tale untold:
Perhaps an unfinished bottle of Shalimar was a gift of a once-loving husband to his once lovely wife,whose marriage has been long ended by divorce, untimely separation or death.
Could it be that a still-sealed flacon of Miss Dior was once in the vast collection of a victim of infamous swindler Bernie Madoff?
I can only surmise at the circumstances that led Fate to deposit these lovely pieces of art into my expectant hands. Some of these circumstances were also mine: losing a job, finding my way out of the darkness and finally making good.
Perhaps other fragrance fanatics out there(I'm looking at you!) will find that my sharing casts another heretofore unknown ray of light on the mystery that is your vintage fragrance!
And yes, this blog will almost predominantly focus on scents with a rich tradition, as I am instinctively turned off by the parlously imitative and forgettable scents that are peddled to gullible and star-struck customers these days.
As for the proliferation of fragrance-related blogs, my personal take is that there can never be enough, because so many scents are unattainable to the majority of us, and those fortunate enough to encounter and own these should be generous enough to share their opinions of it, if not slivers of the juice itself!
With that introduction,I hope you enjoy the stay, comment where you can contribute valuable insight, and please never be without your scent fix of the day!(or of the hour)
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