When I smell perfume in the wild, it makes me happy.
Be it Light Blue, Red Door, or Black Oud, it makes me happy, simply because people are wearing perfume (and enough of it that I can smell it).
I love to smell perfume.
I haven’t thought of myself as a perfume-snob; I’m content with decants (unless it’s a scent I really want to bathe in), and am equally pleased with Chanel no. 19 (available for less than $50/50mL online) as with Puredistance Antonia ($200 for 17mL). The perfume community has made me feel welcome from the start (with very few exceptions), and while perfumistas are intelligent and culturally savvy as a group, their enthusiasm for the topic extends to anyone willing to partake.
Recently I noticed perfume on a co-worker and, after asking her to divulge the name of her scent, she responded that she “couldn’t remember, but it was a very expensive perfume from Macy’s.”
My first thought (which never passed my lips):
Macy’s doesn’t sell any very expensive perfumes.
When she later told me the name of the fragrance—Donna Karan Cashmere Mist (it smelled fantastic on her, btw)—my jaded impression was confirmed. Cashmere Mist is practically free.
I remember a time when Amouage fragrances seemed laughably over-priced; now that I’ve “broken the seal,” $280 (or $325) doesn’t seem so bad, when you put it in the context of years of enjoyment.
At first, I loved talking with people about perfume. I still love to talk about it, but I do find that I feel uncomfortable entering dialogue with non-perfumistas because… well, you can’t not be a snob at this level of interest. Regular people (non-perfumistas) just don’t have the vocabulary to discuss fragrances (even I’m still a toddler in ‘fumie years), and when we use terms like “sillage,” or simply “notes,” we immediately establish ourselves as an authority on the topic, willing or no. So, we can either be snobs, or we can keep our mouths shut.
I’m not sure which way I want to go…