All posts tagged: perfume

Scentsuality & A Link-Up

It’s less about the scent, And more about the real story behind it.   As with any good read, it’s the journey, and not the destination, which makes us turn the pages, one by one by one, to the very end.  So too in the instance of fragrances, I feel.  In the grand scale of things, it isn’t so much the mastery in creating a harmonious accord that which intrigues me, as it is discovering (and walking down) the path leading to its inception.   Of course, at its heart, the simplest answer to why I love perfumes is that perfume, like most beautiful things, make me happy.  The more convoluted response, however, is such a complex topic that some have gone on to establish reputations and careers based on the seemingly basic subject of scents.  Yes, perfume is a labyrinthine subject, one requiring years of study. It isn’t just about the commercial beauty of a product or the innovative design of its host decanter.  There’s that all potent intermingling of chemistry with fashion, and …

Walking The Sensory Tightrope | Sheela Writes

Walking The Sensory Tightrope

Fragrance can be a heady force It evokes memories, triggers longings Conveys who you are   Why the reference to acrobatic manoeuvres, you ask? Think of it this way.  Finding a fragrance which speaks most accurately of your personality is, well, akin to walking a tightrope.  It requires perfect balance.  A slight misstep and it’s literally downhill from there.  Spray too little and you’re nothing more than a barely-there wallflower of a scent, nondescript, forgettable, easily missed. Spray too much and you’ll give everyone within a 10 feet radius (1) a migraine; (2) nausea; and/or (3) a reason to strike you off their Christmas list, permanently. No, I’m no expert in the language of scent literacy.  Quite the contrary.  You see, when I became pregnant in 1999, I developed the most violent aversion and reaction to all forms of smells ranging from perfumes to candles, potpourris to essential oils, and everything in between, including laundry detergents and creams.  A mere whiff and I would gag.  Turn green. And, inevitably, vomit. You can, therefore, imagine my …