I've had a recent bout of flu (mild thank goodness) where you'd think the inability to wear perfume would be of little consequence. I mean - I couldn't smell a dang thing anyway.
But a lineup of migraines in the last couple of years (yes - off to the neurologist I go) has had me unable to tolerate my favourite scents (at least until the kathumping stops).
I was thinking about this as I was driving to another specialist appointment (gynae, not neuro, oh the joys of being female) and realised that today was the first time in a while that I've been able to spritz myself before leaving the house. I have a bottle of Maroussia at the moment.
It's spicy, fiery and fun, and I like to wear it when I'm feeling adventurous (or needing false bravado when one is heading of to a gynecology appointment). But it's not my absolute favourite. This in turn lead me to think of my favourite perfumes which I haven't bought in a while.
The first is J'Adore by Christian Dior.
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My second is Angel by Tierry Mugler.
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All these musings led me to the conclusion that smell really does invoke memories. At least for me. My two favourite perfumes remind me of happy times with my hubby, and of places I've been. I always smile and feel good whenever I walk through the perfume department - unless of course I've been attacked by the migraine monster whereas then I just flee to the nearest pharmacy.
What memories do your favourite perfumes, or favourite smells really, bring to you?