A New Perfume.

Sitting on my bountiful dresser lies at least a dozen various perfumes, All unique and magical in their own right, each bottle tells a story , One spray I breathe in to evoke a memory, a little luxury not only a beautiful scent  but a precious memory, Each one a gift from friends and loved ones I ponder a moment  eyes beguile between Armani, CK, Anna Sui I succumb choosing DKNY Be Delicious, this brings me back to Los Angeles 2009 where I fell in love with this charming scent for its fruity laid back tones, its always a winner for me unlike the ever forgetful Kate Moss “Vintage” which smells of  well blandness - there really is no descript for this scent  not surprisingly the bottle although very beautiful still remains nearly full after a year, back of the bunch Miss Moss or should I say Coty.

I am most definitely a floral fruit lover than a musk husk, who wants to smell of “old” when you can smell of youth and vibrancy, which embarks my thoughts - I need a new scent to capture the scent of summer 2011, its got to be divine and delightful not asking for much like Miss Dior Cherie which had been recommended to me in Thailand a few years back with such pretty packaging and  a great price I thought I was onto a winner until I took it back to the hotel and opened it Oh My God it smelled like cheap death juice unlike the tester,  I had been sold a fake, smelling like death juice was not my thing so needless to say I left it behind.
I shudder when I think of all the cheap fake perfumes on the market and I go into convulsions when I think there are  people who actually spray this nasty crap on themselves and force crimes on innocent bystanders  who endure this, which  brings me back to a recent bus trip I endured where somebody behind me was evidentially a fan of eau de toilette duck, the smell was atrocious to say the least , it screamed Cheeeeeeeeeeeeap and nasty with overtones of death by suffocation  I nearly collapsed with the stench and to add insult to injury there was no air conditioning or windows on the bus.

If I were to create my very own perfume it would be quite outstanding considering some of my favourite smells are off beat , well I do love florals and yes that would be my prime note - honeysuckle which I adore would be an absolute must but just to Zane it up I would add some random undertones of petroleum, just because I love it and freshly cut grass to tickle the mixture splashed with  a fruity outburst of  citrus, this eclectic creation would need to be christened and so I would call it “Finally” by Ailzy K-C “the effervescent  essence everyone will want  -“Finally” has arrived”  that said in a very low seductive tone of course to endorse my product to its maximum credentials.

Until then I shall refrain to what the market has to offer, seeing as though I am a Parisian at heart I shall choose a French designer,  With so may to choose from one is spoilt for choice, So will it be Chanel, Cartier or Christian Dior, perhaps Hermes or Lancôme, Lord knows , Time to book a date with the perfumery, then drop some hints as I rarely if ever buy my own perfume, I feel it is an honor and enchantment to receive a bottle. A lesson in French - le plaisir est la fleur qui passe, souvenir le parfum durable, Pleasure is the flower that passes remembrance the lasting perfume.