School started today. Tonight's weather is cool, and the crisp air smells of nostalgia and new beginnings.
Scent of the Day is Sycomore by Chanel.
I first encountered Sycomore in Seattle, then bought the huge-ass bottle in NYC a couple of weeks later.
When I mentioned to the sales associate in Bergdorf that I had tested Sycomore in Seattle, she questioned me repeatedly, eyes squinting, 'really?' 'Are you sure it was Sycomore?' Like some classified military UFO file had been exposed. Like no one else on earth but Bergdorf had top secret clearance. Like I was a freaking moron.
Yeah, I'm sure.
At Nordstrom, in Seattle, a woman I had never met was also shopping for perfume and we became Sniffing Buddies for an hour or so. I sprayed Sycomore on a paper strip first. Not sure that I loved it, I continued with the other Les Exclusifs (yes, Nordstrom was carrying those, too - really - all except Beige, which I have yet to sample). For whatever reason, Sycomore kept inviting me back until I had to try it on my skin.
Total Perfume Porn.
Instead of the bitterness that is sometimes associated with vetiver, I get honey smoke, burning autumn leaves and incense.
My new buddy, overhearing me rave about Sycomore, tried it on her skin, too. Honestly, it didn't even smell like the same perfume. On her it was grassy, green and more bitter with a touch of fresh cut hay.
Of course, if I was going to pay the outrageous price for the hilariously large bottle, I had to wear it for several hours to see what happened when the base notes showed up. Luckily, they held true, adding just a touch of sandalwood.
Today, Sycomore is reminding me of another time.
Hikes in the Canyon.
Dutch oven dinners.
First day of school.
That magical space where memory and scent reside.
Pictures from Fotosearch and Fragrantica.com