I Fell for Le Labo's Santal 33 Just Like the Rest of the World and I Don't Care if That Makes Me a Sucker
I mean, even Justin frickin' BEIBER wears it.
Back in high school I dreamed of having a signature scent, one that everyone in my life would grow to associate with me.
Then, when I was 16, my parents gave me a bottle of Chanel Coco Mademoiselle Eau de Toilette for Christmas. I had been dropping hints for months that I wanted it, and opening that Chanel-emblazoned box made me feel truly grown-up. My body splash days were officially behind me. I was a lady--and I left a trail of rose, patchouli, jasmine, white musk and citrus everywhere I went.
Here's the thing about a signature scent: you burn through it pretty quickly. I used money from my part-time job to restock, opting for the on-the-go atomizer version (Eau de Parfum Twist and Spray) that I'd seen in an issue of (what else?) JANE magazine.
As time went on, I grew a bit tired of the scent and started cheating on it with Dior Pure Poison. As I became more of a perfume nut, Mademoiselle slowly moved to the back of my perfume shelf.
Flash forward to last week, when I was stumped on what to spritz on to run some errands. (Leaving the house without perfume makes me feel naked and confused.) Fall was in the air and my outfit consisted of smart black trousers, a striped shirt, and a trench coat. Coco Mademoiselle was peeking out from behind my other bottles and I decided it was time to take her out on the town.
I felt like I was 16 again, and instead of remembering the crappy associations from that time in my life, I remembered how the scent had made me feel sophisticated when I was anything but.
So I ask you, how long has it been since you sniffed your first fragrance love? What sort of memories does it bring up? Tell me everything.