As old as civilisation, perfume, is an old artform initiated by Egyptians, later refined later on by Persians, my name Jasmin, is persian and is very often used in perfume, and was one of the most popular oils to be used since the beginning of the late 19th century, when modern perfumery began.
NOTHING takes me back in time, gives me the same feeling, and enhances my senses by a thousand, like a scent.
At a young age, I started using perfumes, very sweet, girly perfumes, and I remember my friends perfumes, that they’ve worn for years and years and that is just them. Their scent. Gwen has always used Euphoria, as long as I’ve known her, and everyone would agree, that this smell, is her. It defines her, in a way.
I remember back in 2006 or 07, I think it was, me and my pal Morten flew to Southern France and at the airport I was smelling it, and told me to buy it. And I said, “No, it’s not for me, not yet, it’s for a real woman, and I’m not there, one day, when someone buys it for me, I’ll know that I’ve become a real woman.” It’s a dark, heavy smell, it’s sexy and classy and it’s one of a kind, girls my age will call it an old womans perfume, because it’s not fruity and perky enough. But I know better, it’s just mature.
I used to wear this very sweet perfume, Love by Morgan, for years. I loved it, and I felt it was very me. I don’t think anybody noticed however, because no one ever said anything about it. While I noticed other people got attention for their scents. Around the age of 19, I stopped wearing it, and bought Britney Spears Midnight Fantasy, because I fell in love with it at the airport, and used it everyday. But it just came to a point where I had perfumes for different occasions. I think a lot of girls have that, One for special occasions, one classy and womanly, one sexy and one playful, perhaps. I still didn’t have the ONE. The one that I could wear everyday, to blend in to my personal scent.
I’ve been obsessed with ‘The Perfume, -story of a murderer’ Since I first saw it at the cinema. Not only was I BLOWN away with Ben Whishaws performance, and fell utterly in love with him, the story was brilliant, the capturing of the scent with the excellent shots of the dirty, stinky, rotten, and then beautiful, delicate, powdery and velvety. And the two incredibly beautiful women, that I could smell through the screen,
And I got a new fascination for the making of the perfume, the distillery and all the flowers it takes, the engineering, learning about the heart chord and the bass chord, and an undying desire to go to Grasse and experience it first hand.
Purchasing a perfume to a lady as a gift is an old tradition, and is still a very popular gesture, and for me it means a great deal if I buy some guy cologne. I can walk down the street, a man can walk by whom I didn’t notice at all, but then Ill turn around and sniff the air after him, with a sudden strong interest. GOD, when a man knows how to put on just a little bit so that a woman smells it and wants moooooore. Smelling a mans cologne that a past lover used to wear could make me cry.
Now, one day my mother calls me, and says, I have read about a perfume, that I really want to buy you, but it’s not out in Norway yet, It’s a part of a series, and it has this personality, and the description just made me think of you, and I think it’s yours, I think it’s for you. I haven’t smelled it, but if you want, you can go to the shop (I was living in London at the time) and if you like it, you can buy it, I’ll send you the money. Its a birthday present. It was Dolce & Gabbana 3 L’Imperatrice, “The Empress” part of the collection: The D&G Anthology, which was inspired by tarot cards and their marks.
“3 L’Imperatrice is a confident, charismatic, boundary-shattering blend with a top of rhubarb, kiwi accord, and red currant; a heart of pink cyclamen, watermelon, and jasmine; and a base of musk, sandalwood, and grapefruit wood. The impression channels a successful, compelling character that is neither male, nor female, nor unisex, moving with dynamism to the free, edgy style that marks the D&G fashion empire.”
Finally I had found the one. At the time I was living with a rather special person. A girl who had a taste for expensive things, and she happened to really LIKE me and my other roommates things, but ONLY our most expensive things, such as my Chanel Makeup, her Benefit and Body shop makeup, and things just kept dissapearing. Anyway, after having moved out of that place, this is me trying to make a long story short, I forgot all those things because I missed her, as a person, but after a few months in my new place, I just couldn’t seem to find my perfume. That was the only thing missing. One night visiting her house, I was in her room, and she was sitting in her little princess bed, with white and lace everywhere and some pink details, and on her white dresser stood, some bottles, of pink perfume, and right in the middle like a statue of grace, was MY FUCKING BOTTLE, The Empress. It was just about the amount that had been used by me, and I was just stunned. I couldn’t say anything, and the rage, I mean, How DARE you!? It was a gift from my MOTHER!
Then, here comes the end of the story, and the inspiration of this blog post, I told Melissa this story for the first time the other day, and the day after, she told me she had a little surprise, a little gift. And she gave me this bottle, as she had seen it as a sign when she bumped into it at the store, never having seen it before. The sweetest gesture, as she KNEW how much it meant to me, I was overwhelmed. NEVER, have I heard, of a friend, a Girl, buying another girl a perfume, and it is just such a gift. More than anything because of the story behind it, and she said, “Well, of course, it’s, your scent.”
What’s Your perfume?