Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Perfume in Dallas: Good News and Bad News
Dallas...hmmm. It's flat and kind of murky and, well, it's Dallas. No offense to anyone who lives here or loves it, but it's not one of those cities that make me say, 'let's go back!'
But, BUT, my hotel room is stocked with toiletries from Le Labo in the scent of...you guessed it...Rose 31. Shampoo, conditioner, body lotion and soap. Heaven! Of course, I tossed all the good Rose 31 stuff in my make-up bag to bring home and I will use my B&BW stuff while I'm here.
That's the good news. The high point of perfume.
During a break in the conference this afternoon, feeling cooped up and stir crazy, I walk five city blocks to Nieman Marcus for a little sniffing. Is it just me, or is this store globally annoying? Last time I visited a NM, I was in downtown Minneapolis, and I swear they molecular transported the same employees with their same attitudes to Dallas, just for me.
Her (looking me up and down suspiciously): Can I help you?
Me: Actually, I'm just checking to see what lines you carry here.
Her: What kind of perfume are you looking for?
Me: If you don't mind, I'd like to browse on my own for a bit and I'll let you know if I have any questions.
Her: Yeah, sure.
Me: Could I get some paper strips?
Her: Uh-huh (she gave me ONE).
Me (in my head): This is deja vu.
Her: You smell the new Angel? We just got it in and when it's gone, we won't get more.
Me (in my head): Freaking Angel is all you have to offer?
Me (out loud): Yes, I've tried the Aqua Chic.
Them: The new Alien, too?
Me (in my head): Good Lord.
Me (out loud): Yup, tried 'em both.
Them: What kind of perfume do you like?
Me (in my head): Kill. Me. Now.
Me (out loud): Thanks for your help.
By the time I get back to the hotel in my strappy sandals, the bottom of my feet are burning and Inner Critic is worn out from giving me the 'what did you think was gonna happen' speech.
Never mind, I got my Rose 31.
Image from carvazine.com
Posted by Josephine at 8:11 PM