Something … | Perfume Posse

No, I’m not referencing the George Harrison song.

Rather, more like ‘something odd’, ‘something strange’, ‘something confusing’, something out of sorts’, ‘something … dissonant’ — yup, that last one is the right one.

Last week’s weather made life very confusing. I know I talk about this too much, but seriously: it rains torrentially, it stops and the sun comes out, it thunders – and let’s do it all again. All over the map.

It is astonishingly humid. People here talk about it being ‘close’.

It gets really hard to figure out what perfume to put on.

In the mornings, you can smell the silage (ie, muck-spreading on the fields). That’s a spring/autumn thing here and mostly you get used to it (some people don’t – they usually don’t stay long here or farther west —  during Covid, we had city people move here and to the county west of us, and get in trouble with the farmers when they complained about seasonal smells – a lot sold up and moved back up country after a year or so).

Some mornings when it’s very wet you get sewage smell as the evil (truly evil) local water company dumps into the local estuary when its infrastructure can’t manage what’s coming through it.

You’d think something sharp and citrus would call to me.

But, the other day I was perusing bottles and pulled out Dior Eau Noire: immortelle to the max. And on and off over the past week that’s where I’ve landed: Eau Noire.

Now, I don’t usually even think about visiting that until it’s cold. It’s a late autumn/winter perfume when it’s very cold and dry out. So, I can’t for the life of me figure out what the draw was in muggy early September.

It did sit … weird … but in an entirely intriguing way in the end. Molasses, rum, wood smoke, birch tar-ish.

The more I smell this on wear days the more little surprises I get (little somethings?): nuts, a huge pile of raked leaves, candied fruit (apricots, plums).

Maybe my brain was saying ‘world, please dry out’. Which is a bit pathetic after our long, dry summer and the desire for a bit of wet.

I wrote about Eau Noire a couple of years ago. I do really adore this. I’ve not really met another perfume that behaves in the same way.

It’s not got the same heavy oomph of a leather perfume. In some ways it reminds me of Halloween, and we know that is my favourite holiday.

So, is your weather ‘normal’? Is it pleasant? Does it make you want to travel somewhere else far far away and different?

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