Mmmmmmichael. You can't say the name without going mmmmm and that's exactly what I do every time I spray this fragrance on. But how do I best describe Michael to you? It's New York City in a bottle. Does that help? No? OK, I'll have another go...
At first whiff it's quite full on with it's spicy, intense whirlwind of intoxicating heady scents. But then it settles into elegance and sophistication. Warming, yet floral. Soothing, yet inspiring. That's why it's NYC in a bottle. It's easily on a par with Chanel No.5 for classy elegance. Actually, it's No.5's edgier, but still effortlessly cool cousin, who's just breezed into town all sexy and sassy making all the guys jaws drop.
To me it symbolises New York because that's where I first discovered it. August 15th 2001, Sephora, 5th Avenue - the last day of my honeymoon. We had started off 8 days before in Boston, headed to Toronto and then to New York for the final day/night. For the record New York is the greatest city on earth. Fact. I reserve the right to either completely ignore arguments to the contrary or shout 'because it is okay?!' to anyone that disagrees with that simple fact.
Due to the expense already incurred on the honeymoon, when I fell in love with Michael, hubby said that we should not buy it there as it would be cheaper in the airport. It wasn't. They didn't sell it in the airport. Hubby then told me not to worry as we could get it at Heathrow when we landed. We couldn't. They didn't sell it at Heathrow. Or anywhere else in London apparently. Or the UK*. Fast forward to December 25th 2001, our living room, a credit card statement with an entry showing a U.S perfume company and an extortionate amount of money and one very VERY happy woman holding a glass bottle containing the heavenly golden nectar of the gods.
There is a lesson in the tale above. DON'T EVER PUT OFF BUYING A PERFUME YOU INSTANTLY FALL IN LOVE WITH THE VERY MOMENT YOU FIND IT. Here endeth the lesson for today.
*Michael by Michael Kors is now sold in all good perfume retailers throughout the UK, along with his other perfumes which are lovely too, but will get their own blog at some point in the future...most likely the summer because they are summer fragrances.
Thursday, 27 May 2010
Sunday, 23 May 2010
And so it begins....
They say that a woman wears just 20% of her wardrobe 80% of the time. I suspect that I do that with my perfume collection too. This diary is an attempt to get me to vary the perfumes that I wear. I will wear a different perfume each day and write a little about each fragrance.
I have always loved perfume. When I was a little girl, my mum would only wear perfume on special occasions. It was also the only time she put lipstick on too, so perfume came to epitomise glamour, beauty and elegance to me. Her scent of choice was usually a Yardley creation. I never cared for their fragrance myself, but even now I get a pang of nostalgia whenever I get a whiff of their powdery creations. Hiding behind the Yardley was the never touched mysterious simple plain white box on mum's dresser that had the words 'Chanel No.5' in bold black letters on it. When I quizzed my mum about this, she said she never used it because it was Parfum, not any old Eau de toilette and that it was far too special to waste. And so she let it sit there collecting dust, only to be used for being looked at longingly by me throughout my childhood.
As I entered my teenage years, I developed an obsession for smelling nice. At school I used to sit near a girl that had a body odour problem and I became paranoid that I too might smell like that, but not know it, never mind that it would have been physically impossible as I washed religiously twice a day, used anti-perspirant and just for good measure, never left he house without at least two squirts of perfume. It started with Blase. I can't remember who made it, but I assume it was someone like Coty. One of my elder sisters used it and therefore it must have been the height of sophistication in the early/mid 80's. I then leapt on the bandwagon along with every other 14-16 year old girl in the later 80's and started using Body Shop's Dewberry perfume oil. At the age of 15/16 I decided I was ready for more grown up perfumes and graduated to the dizzy scents of Chloe, Lou Lou and Anais Anais.... I know, I know, but give me a break, it was acceptable in the 80's!!
And so the obsession began......
As I type, I am a 36 year old woman with an ever expanding perfume collection. I've always held the opinion that you should have a scent to match every one of your moods. At the last count I had a little over 120 bottles of perfume. That's full size bottles. I also have a burgeoning collection of those tiny sample bottles too! Lately I have fallen into a bit of a smell rut. I have been alternating between just 3 of my perfumes for the last year or so. I have no justification for abandoning my other perfumes. I'm as guilty as my mother for leaving them there to watch jealously as I yet again reach for the same bottle day after day.
But no more! This diary will be a journey through my collection. Join me as I reacquaint myself with my old friends. It may get smelly - you have been warned!
I have always loved perfume. When I was a little girl, my mum would only wear perfume on special occasions. It was also the only time she put lipstick on too, so perfume came to epitomise glamour, beauty and elegance to me. Her scent of choice was usually a Yardley creation. I never cared for their fragrance myself, but even now I get a pang of nostalgia whenever I get a whiff of their powdery creations. Hiding behind the Yardley was the never touched mysterious simple plain white box on mum's dresser that had the words 'Chanel No.5' in bold black letters on it. When I quizzed my mum about this, she said she never used it because it was Parfum, not any old Eau de toilette and that it was far too special to waste. And so she let it sit there collecting dust, only to be used for being looked at longingly by me throughout my childhood.
As I entered my teenage years, I developed an obsession for smelling nice. At school I used to sit near a girl that had a body odour problem and I became paranoid that I too might smell like that, but not know it, never mind that it would have been physically impossible as I washed religiously twice a day, used anti-perspirant and just for good measure, never left he house without at least two squirts of perfume. It started with Blase. I can't remember who made it, but I assume it was someone like Coty. One of my elder sisters used it and therefore it must have been the height of sophistication in the early/mid 80's. I then leapt on the bandwagon along with every other 14-16 year old girl in the later 80's and started using Body Shop's Dewberry perfume oil. At the age of 15/16 I decided I was ready for more grown up perfumes and graduated to the dizzy scents of Chloe, Lou Lou and Anais Anais.... I know, I know, but give me a break, it was acceptable in the 80's!!
And so the obsession began......
As I type, I am a 36 year old woman with an ever expanding perfume collection. I've always held the opinion that you should have a scent to match every one of your moods. At the last count I had a little over 120 bottles of perfume. That's full size bottles. I also have a burgeoning collection of those tiny sample bottles too! Lately I have fallen into a bit of a smell rut. I have been alternating between just 3 of my perfumes for the last year or so. I have no justification for abandoning my other perfumes. I'm as guilty as my mother for leaving them there to watch jealously as I yet again reach for the same bottle day after day.
But no more! This diary will be a journey through my collection. Join me as I reacquaint myself with my old friends. It may get smelly - you have been warned!
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