Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Why No Birthday Perfume? Meet Inner Farm Girl
I always thought Inner Critic was the biggest pain in the ass I could imagine. Now, I'm not so sure.
After a long weekend of full-on perfume obsession, my cheap alter ego, Inner Farm Girl, won out. Again. Just once, I want to look for a new perfume without the constant fear of cheaping out, the regret of having cheaped out and the pain of telling B-man that yup, I cheaped out when he asks which perfume I chose. So this year, I went into my annual search telling myself that things were different. That I was different.
My perfume journey went something like this:
Frapin 1697: I first cheaped out on this perfume in Seattle a couple of months ago even though it made me swoon on the paper strip. Now, by God, I was going to get a sample, try it on my skin and place the order while I was still twirling. Except on my skin, 1697 was like, 'pfft.' WTF?
The Different Company Rose Poivree: Yeah, fine, whatever.
LeLabo Iris 39: Elementary school substitute teacher.
Le Labo Vetiver 46: Meh, I've sniffed better. And why do so many Le Labo perfumes smell like some variation of their only masterpiece, Rose 31? So why don't I just get Rose 31?! Inner Farm Girl, that's why.
L'artisan Voleur De Rose: Boring and vanishes in under 10 minutes.
Montale Roses Musk: Now there's a sneaky little beauty that is subtle but has amazing lasting power. However, it has almost no sillage. That, or I had burned Daphne out by the time I tested this one, which is entirely possible.
Montale Amber & Spices: Cumin monster.
Bottega Veneta: Like Bandit, it just made me feel pissed off.
Ineke Field Notes From Paris: Love, love, loved it for the first hour. Then the spicy factor started hurting my nose.
Keihl's Musk: We got a new Keihl's boutique in our city and yesterday, when I happened on it, I thought, 'it's a sign from God!' B-man said, 'smells like burnt wood.' It started bugging me.
L'Eau de Chloe: There's like...nothing there.
L'Agent by Agent Provocateur: I've never actually sniffed this, but want to order it anyway. Besides, it's cheaper than the others. See? I'm doing it again.
Yesterday, B-man and I stopped in Park City and I went to my favorite perfume store where I bought a small bottle of...Calyx. I had to buy something or I was not going to be able to sleep. Inner Farm Girl didn't exactly approve, but at 42 bucks, she simply shrugged and walked away. I don't consider Calyx my birthday perfume, but it will get me through the obsession withdrawal until I regroup, give Daphne a rest and revisit the topic.
This is so not over.
Image from artchive.com