Last night, after a beautiful martini on an empty stomach, I ordered Serge Lutens' Gris Clair. This morning, I'm going back and forth in my mind, thinking - as Inner Critic suggests - that I should have ordered Fumerie Turque instead. But, I have Borneo and Amber Sultan, both of which are full of spice, smoke and darkness. Fumerie Turque seems redundant. With summer approaching, I need a scent that is reserved, but fresh.
Every time I wear Gris Clair, I have a different impression. Mostly, I love it because it reminds me of the wild sage growing throughout our farm right before I get that amazing, incense base note. At times, though, it seems a bit sweeter. Once, I even washed it off. Inner Critic picks up on this right away. " You got buzzed and bought a scrubber. Not just any scrubber, but a pricey one. Nice."
Shut up, it's not a scrubber. Not even. Perhaps, when I washed it off, I was just having a crabby day. Or, I was getting ready to cook a delicious meal and simply washed my hands first. Or...maybe I knew I would be hanging out with someone who is allergic to perfume and I politely washed it off so as not to inconvenience or concern this person. Yes, I'm sure that's it.
Would I have ordered Gris Clair stone sober? Well, I've considered purchasing it for years, so maybe. Besides, Dad loved the smell of Gris Clair when I first got it several years ago, and B-man has commented positively on it many times. It has street cred.
I'm trusting my instincts on this one. Inner Critic can bite me.