I can’t stand Davidoff Cool Water cologne.
It’s got nothing to do with whether or not it actually smells bad. Not really. To me, it smells like a kid who sat in front of me in high school who was mean to my friends. He’s probably grown up to be perfectly nice. People tend to. But I still hate that smell.
Then there’s some other cologne. Abercrombie & Fitch Woods, I think. It isn’t that it smells very good. I don’t think it really does. But it has… nicer memories.
I had some conversations this week about smells. There are some you love, some you hate, and some that just mean a lot. Smells are memories, and they’ve got such strong emotions attached to them.
That’s been making me think about the things youÂ choose to smell like. I realized that you could chart out your life by the scents you wore. It’s a personality history in little bottles.
Here’s mine, as much as I can remember. The theory works pretty well for me.
Love’s Baby Soft (I think there was a law decreeing it My First Perfume)
Coty Vanilla Fields (…for years)
Elizabeth Arden Sunflowers
Clinique Happy (…and years)
Thierry Mugler Angel (…and years)
I’m going to look a lot more carefully at people’s dressers and sink vanities, now.
No related posts.