In “A ‘fume of one’s own,” I asked for your help selecting a birthday present for Mr. Howe: a new fragrance that would be all his own, something neither a hand-me-down from my side of the cabinet, or a pilfered spritz (I’m nervous watching him blissfully spritz away my precious pre-reformulation bottle of SSS Champagne de Bois…).
He tested his way through many of your suggestions, and thankfully found that Amouage Gold is “Nice, but I don’t love it.” Whew, close one!
Being the sort of perfumista that pushes product on unsuspecting co-workers, a few suggestions were knocked off the radar by recently having been adopted by friends (Timbuktu, Wonderwood), and anything already in the cabinet was disqualified as well (Bois des Iles, Traversee du Bosphore, Dzing!, Vanille Absoluement, etc.).
So, what did we choose? Something from left-field, which I’ll tell you all about:
After I posted my call for help, I smelled the most gorgeous thing on a customer while at work. It was powdery and warm, rich and quite feminine— and I smelled it on an old man! When I asked the gentleman what he was wearing, he seemed slightly embarrassed, and told me:
“The name is silly, but I really like it. It’s called Midnight in Paris.”
Which I enthusiastically countered, “Oh, the new one from Van Cleef & Arpels?!”
This greatly impressed the chap, and led to a fun, if brief, discussion about perfume: this old fella was a perfumista!
Fortunately, I had a sample of MiP at home already, which I produced and left on the desk of Mr. H, who was pleased with it, especially when I told him my story of smelling it In The Wild on an old man (he’s really looking forward to becoming one himself).
Thank you all for your suggestions— let’s do this again next year!