Manolo says, the Big Girls ask, what is your signature scent?
For the Manolo, his signature scent is the heady combination of bay rum, old leather, rendered beef suet, and bourgeois self-satisfaction.
Manolo loves the shoes!
Slogging through law school exams, reading one window on the screen out of the corner of an eye and it brings, not just a smile, but a genuine laugh. Bless the Manolo, the bringer of taste, humanity and humor. “It’s a gift.”
Mmmmmmm, animal fat.
I can’t decide on a ‘signature’ scent. I have three perfumes I love, and I couldn’t forsake two just to have a ‘signature,’ though I admire those firmly-set enough in their identities to do it.
I love you, Manolo!
My all-time favorite fragrance is Boucheron. Ooh la la. It is so sacred to me that I save it for only special occasions. On a regular basis I dab a few drops of Yves Rocher’s Rose Ispahan which I simply adore. I use it quite sparingly as it is available only in the miniature .25 fl oz size. Sadly, I have been unable to locate it in the US and my London source has suddenly dried up. Quel dommage!
I remember years ago when I was an Avon aficionado, heads would turn and men would swoon whenever I wore my at-the-time favorite Timeless. I haven’t worn it in ages but maybe I should start again as I am in a need-to-swoon state again and I am just about out of my Rose Ispahan.
If as the ubiquitous they say, “turnabout is fairplay”, I have to admit that I am caused to swoon when a man walks by me wearing even a hint of the irresistible Kouros. Oh my! Gasp and Swoon. So for me, it is Boucheron and for my Honey B, it is Kouros, well, that’s for me too, I guess.
Since most perfumes actually started this way, Manolo’s concoction is not far off.
Knowing you like to read this was a great book – Perfume: The Story of a Murderer
I don’t have a huge range of perfumes and I tend to think of perfumes in colors so I tend to match them with what I’m wearing. I also like some of what are considered “weird” scents.
My loves are:
Chanel No. 19
Issey Miyaki L’eau de Issey
Sake by Fresh
Jo Malone’s Nectarine Blossom & Honey as well as her White Jasmine & Mint
Bvglari White Tea
I love Annick Goutal’s Petite Cherie and Ce Soir Ou Jamais, but they are kind of pricy.
There are few others, but those are my faves. I’m currently sampling a bunch of scents though LuckyScents.com vials. I bought a whole slew of them and am comig up with more to get.
Once again, the Manolo makes the chuckles.
Paloma Picasso. A distant second is Duende. I love the Spanish perfumes. They are never sweet and heavy.
The Annalucia has but one scent: it comes from the Hove Parfumeur of New Orleans, and it is called “Imperatrice”. She has no idea what goes into it, but it is heavy and rich, and it suits her well. It is also pleasing to the Tedesco, who oddly enough cannot tolerate the light and floral scents but has no problem with the Empress.
Ooh Poochie! Annick Goutal’s Le Chèvrefeuille for me!
I had a number of perfumes, but no signature scent until Marc Jacobs came out with “Daisy”. I was charmed that someone had thought to make a perfume with my name and delighted (and a little bit weirded out) to discover that it smelled like exactly the sort of thing I would wear. So of course I got some, because if someone is going to go to the trouble of making a perfume just for you, the least you can do it to wear it.
Ahem. *Is*, not it.
Aha, those notes of “leather and bourgeois self-satisfaction” make it clear that the Manolo must be using the “Bel Ami” by Hermes. Yes…?
I love smell. I’m one of those people that associate people, places, and situations with smells. I frequently smell-compliment people. I love the smell of lambskin leather and the smell of coffee, and I usually cannot resist cologne unless it’s either way too much or just a really heady scent, which can actually make it hard for me to breath. I hate food smells, particularly citrus smells and anything that is too woodsy or sugary. I find Chance Chanel absolutely delicious.