Still no birthday perfume - I'm enjoying obsessing a little too much. I mean I'm really into it, researching perfumes, reading reviews and ordering samples until I have to stop and drink wine just to remember the rest of the world.
But one decision has been made: My birthday perfume will be a Montale.
One of the things I love most about Montale perfumes is that they seem to be dearly loved or seriously despised. I happen to love them dearly, as they represent everything French and multi-cultural and over the top bold. I haven't been to France, but my sister has, so I'm only one degree removed. Plus, my heritage is French, and I speak a little French. Like, eight words, but still.
No one can deny that Pierre Montale has done something extraordinary by capturing a theme and perfuming the hell out of it. In my world, aoud belongs to Montale.
Yesterday, I ordered eleven Montale samples. You know, the good ones, in the black Montale cardboard thingies. I feel the need to explore the line more deeply before choosing my perfume and telling Inner Farm Girl to kiss it. B-man said, 'by the time you're done buying samples, you certainly could have bought a bottle of Montale.' In my defense, one order was a 'seven samples for $10' deal, where I get a certificate for $10 off a Montale perfume whenever I end up buying it. Just as soon as I'm done obsessing.
Black Aoud and White Aoud already live with me, and honestly, I like them best worn together, forming my own special concoction, which I call Grey Goose. No, wait, that's vodka. Whatever. Montale perfumes can be layered all over the place to amp up or tone down certain notes, or to add a completely new element. In terms of quality, sillage and lasting power, few others compare.
And in the category of 'divine oddness?' Montale stands alone.
What perfume house speaks to you?
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