|Back in the day, this|
little bottle couldn't have
cost more than 25 cents.
Today, it's listed on eBay
|Those of a certain age|
will remember this
iconic blue bottle.
From Tinkerbell, I graduated to Evening in Paris, which once again I borrowed--this time from my mother. In fact, it was the very bottle I’d bought for her at Woolworth’s for Christmas. For some reason, she didn’t use it much herself.
Junior high and high school found me reeking of Heaven Sent. I didn't personally care for the smell all that much, but the TV ads insisted it would make me "a little bit naughty but heavenly," or --I'm almost too embarrassed to write this-- like "an imp wearing angel wings." So I went with it.
My first gift of perfume from a boy was—what else in the late ‘60s?—Youth Dew by Estee Lauder. I loved it then, but now...pee-YOO! And as I think back on it, I suspect the boyfriend might have distributed several bottles of it. pee-YOO to him, too.
|My dislike of this perfume might|
have more to do with its
association to a certain boyfriend
rather than the actual scent.
Fortunately, in the ensuing years, my taste in smells (does that even make sense?) grew more sophisticated and, I hope, more subtle. And these days, my favorite fragrances don’t come from a fancy bottle at all. The original intent of this post was to write about those, but as you can see I got sidetracked. I hope you'll check out my next post when I share my current favorite perfumer.
In the meantime, do you have some nasal nostalgia you'd care to share?