I’ve been at the tester perfumes in Boots again. I wish I could say I’m smelling of Monsoon, but I’m not, as it’s worn off already. I liked it; it was a livelier fragrance than Delirium – but it faded by teatime, whereas I could still smell Delirium the next morning.
I’ve decided to try one perfume a visit. It should be fun to pick out my very favourite and get it. Delirium heads my list so far, though both would be nice to have.
There’s a little bit of late rebellion going on here… I used to wear the perfumes Mum got for me (like Anais Anais), and would avoid the ones she hated (which were most of them). I recently finished a canister of L’Aimant which was a Christmas present, and am now on a canister of White Satin, also a Christmas present. All told, I’m a dutiful wearer of fragrances, though I liked Just Musk as a teenager and insisted on wearing that for a while. I ruined it for myself eventually when the smell of Dad’s new car made me feel queasy, and I put Just Musk on a tissue and held it to my nose… after that, I associated the smell of Just Musk with feeling ill. Stupid.
I asked Mum what she thought of Monsoon today, and she looked disgusted and said “no, I don’t like that. I liked the other one.”
“I like them both,” I said.
At home I found a box of Anais Anais perfume waiting on my chair, still boxed. She found it in a charity shop at half price, obviously an unwanted Christmas present. Hmm… yes, I like Anais Anais, but I’ve worn it before, and Mum wears it herself. I want something different… something I chose myself.
In Tesco’s, I noticed they were selling chocolate eclairs at half price, so I put them in our basket. Mum wrinkled her nose and said, “I don’t like eclairs.”
“I like them,” I said. I had two tonight.