The End of Affair
I like to think that, when it comes to human relationships, I am a pretty steadfast individual. As far as romance is concerned, I am actually someone who falls in love once and for all. I certainly strongly believe in monogamy. As far as my relationship with perfumes is concerned, that is, sadly, not the case. I was surveying my perfume cabinet recently, and it looked like a Scent Cemetery. So many of the scents there were basically dead for me. I had no love left for them, no interest; they were actually a little repulsive to me.
I am not talking here of silly little flings and one night stands- scents I never really loved, but certainly liked enough to buy. It doesn’t pain me to see those in my collection (although I do feel a little guilty for not spending money instead on something I loved rather than liked). I am talking here of the scents that I absolutely adored and thought I would love forever. I obsessed about them, incessantly talked about them, wrote rave posts about them, lemmed them, bought them…and now the love is gone.
The scents have not changed; they are, objectively speaking, as wonderful now as they were then. As cliché as that phrase is, it’s not them, it’s me! I haven’t over-worn them (I hardly ever wear the same scent several times in a row), so I am not tired of them. I haven’t over-sprayed them (I am usually an under-applier), so I am not sick of them. Nothing dramatic happened to make me stop loving them. There is no explanation of why I don’t love them anymore. It seems that, as with human love, there is often no rational (or any) reason of why love ends. The sparkle goes out, and that is that.
So let me share with you the sad list of my formerly adored exes:
Bond No 9 Chinatown
Donna Karan Chaos
Givenchy Organza Indecence
Guerlain L’Heure Bleue
Hermes Ambre Narguile
I Profumi di Firenze Talco Delicato
Jo Malone Pomegranate Noir
Laura Tonatto Safram
Les Parfums de Rosine Un Zest de Rose
Serge Lutens Rahat Loukoum
The Different Company Jasmine de Nuit
Presently in Love Quarantine (because sometimes love disappears with no warning, whereas in some cases, I can feel a sort of a faint nagging of disillusionment beforehand):
Frederic Malle Musc Ravageur
L’Artisan Orchidee Blanche and Safran Troublant
Shiseido Feminite du Bois
And yet, even though monogamy is not possible for me where perfumes are concerned, there are scents in my life that I have worn for years and still love truly, madly, deeply: Poison, Coco, Marina de Bourbon, Climat, to name just a few. Perhaps only time can truly tell Love apart from Infatuation. Be it perfumes or people, infatuation burns brightly and feels intense; and then one morning you wake up and feel nothing and can’t even understand how you could have felt what you felt. True love, on the other hand, lasts forever.
Do you have scents that you adored and then suddenly stopped loving? Please share!