Perfume is my weakness. I can be easily deprived of many things and little luxuries in life, but not perfume. I constantly search for a new “me” scent, sniffing the latest products in the department stores.
I have an extensive collection at home, which I divided into 3 groups: one for warm months of the year, one for cold, and one for the year-rounds. Out of these groups, I also have my favorite scents that I spare for going out and special occasions.
I read somewhere that it’s important for every woman to have a so-called “signature” scent, the one that you use often, and being recognized for. I figured that it was a genius idea, and once one of my Chanel favorites was used up, I cheerfully rushed to the mall to get another bottle. I was convinced that it was hard to go wrong with the classic, plus I was getting lots of compliments every time I wore it. Then something unexplainable happened. When I opened the box and spritzed the perfume on myself, I realized that I didn’t want to smell like that any more. Sure, the scent was still wonderful, but I couldn’t wear it because it seemed boring to me.
After a few weeks of going back and forth with the scent, I gave up, and off to my mother’s vanity table it went. I tried to convert a couple of other favorites into the “signature” scents later, but it was the same result over and over again. Finally I came to peace with myself; I just can’t wear any perfume longer than one bottle lasts. Once it’s finished up, my love for it goes out of the window, and I need to switch to something new. So, looks like I’ll remain the no-”signature”-scent kind of woman, without any particular preferences. The one who buys the bottle of perfume on the spur of the moment, and is not recognized for any special scent. Oh well…
