Gus
I could go out to the shops with you and you would love my action with me white stick
It cannot be the blind person’s fault if they are silly enough to get poked in the gonads with a white stick can it?
Gus
I could go out to the shops with you and you would love my action with me white stick
It cannot be the blind person’s fault if they are silly enough to get poked in the gonads with a white stick can it?
Be fair, Twellsy
You used to do that before you had a white stick…
Carinthia.xx
Yeah, but she had a uniform…
[Please insert disclaimer boilerplate of your choice here]
Is it nice? It rings no bells.
I remember Paco Rabanne being around quite a bit.
Drakkar Noir was one of the niffs that got used in the Eighties on the “if a dab is good, a bucket must be better” principle. I suppose it was easier than bathing. Or something.
and wash the memories away.
Bacon butties ready
Bread baking
No, the really stupid thing was that people took a shower and then poured the niff over themselves after they were clean.
I had a boss once who shaved a small section of his face between his dapper beard and his well-groomed sideburns. Those of us in the office who still had olfactory capability reckoned he did it so he could use aftershave, and longed to say “Why don’t you save yourself a bit of time in the morning and just slosh the pong behind your ears?”
It’s not just the men though, is it? An awful lot of women seem to feel the need to drown themselves in perfume and I can’t be the only person who finds it beyond unpleasant to be anywhere near them - or even anywhere near anywhere they’ve been in the last hour. It’s especially horrid in any sort of catering establishment, the stink gets into my mouth via my nostrils and is more than capable of putting me right off my food. People used to complain about smoking in restaurants, well I have long felt perfume should be banned from them too.
I used to commute through Canada Water, and most of the people getting out there apparently felt they needed to be in a defensive perfume-cloud already, just in case they ran into someone they knew in the station.
The morning school run used to be Hell: one mummy wearing My Sin, another who had bathed in Charlie, and a third with some sort of heavily-oriental orange-flavoured stink in a miasma all round her, congregating at the gate for a natter, made me gag. Literally. And as for theatres, with over-perfumed women in front, behind and to either side and no escape from the stench … yuck yuck yuck. Chemical warfare.
More people are allergic to artificial perfumes and aftershaves than to pollen, according to research carried out by the makers of Piriton.
My mama, who was a wise woman, told my daughter once that the idea of scent is to allure men at three paces, not to stun them at fifteen.
Yes. A kind fellow student gave me a lift to our psychology exam and she was stinking of Elizabeth Arden’s Blue Grass. I spent a miserable couple of hours exuding snotters, coughing and sneezing. The invigilator kept me supplied with green paper towels for my increasingly reddened nose. Also, a colleague used to wear Opium by YSL which caused me to have headaches and, eventually, I told her that she’d have to pack it in. No more headaches and we remained friends.
Soo xx
Do men find it alluring though, even at a sensible level? I can only refer to TFD, who doesn’t like it at all, at any level. He says that, for him (and I agree), just ‘clean person’ is preferable.
Many, many people find both scent and after-shave unpleasant for all sorts of reasons, but there is a huge industry devoted to persuading women that without it they might as well not wear make-up either, and men that it is sexy.
I have to admit that I did like my mother’s Calèche: worn only for very special occasions indeed (it was far too expensive in the forties and fifties to slosh on!) but kept in her chest of drawers so that it was a very faint smell in all her clothes. The emphasis there is on “very faint”! And when I inherited her bedroom furniture after her death it made me weep because I opened a drawer and it suddenly smelt of my beloved mother and I was six years old again watching her put up her hair for a dinner-party at the Department.
A sign in a chemist’s window at Christmas declared ‘Gifts that say “You’re Special”’
Since what was on offer was perfume and make-up, it seemed to me that what they said was “You’re ugly and smell bad”
Better, I suppose, than a bunch of flowers that says “I forgot all about you until I was driving home”.
I wear perfume but as I like light floral scents I hope I am not a battering ram to folks’ nostrils
One of my favourite perfumes is
I use it rarely and sparingly
A whisper of Summer is how I would describe it
The whole scent-as-gift notion is problematic, unless one is by agreement topping up the recipient’s supply of their chosen product. Not wishing to be casually sexist about it, but that is something that men on the whole don’t understand, and the marketing gets them when they’re panicking, poor souls: they end up spending a fortune on a bottle of something which turns out to be marginally less welcome than a dead rat; it’s a shame.
The memories associated with smells can knock you sideways years later, music too.
There was, (quite) a few years ago, an emphasis (sales campaign) placed on ‘layering’, with eau de toilette, soap, talc, body spray etc.
The idea was that everything complemented your chosen smell, & nothing ‘jarred’.
The reality was that those of us who couldn’t afford the eau de parfum, if indeed it existed, might manage eau de toilette, or body lotion, or, right at the bottom of the list, body spray, which is the work of the Devil.
I don’t like aerosols anyway & these sprays seem to be 95% nasty with a chemical whiff, & 5% essence of aspiration…
Many of the long established brands have changed their formulas/formulae(?) as more modern/cheaper/not endangered ingredients are used.
It’s a fashion thang too, apparently, with so many new perfumes launched every year. Selling us dreams, except that the same dream smells different on everyone who wears it…
Carinthia.xx
I completely destroy Chanel scents: my skin turns 'em Very Horrible Indeed.
My Mother was the same with Blue Grass
Eau de Cat Pee in 10 minutes…
Carinthia.xx