In life of every perfumista, blogger or not, comes a moment when they are asked how it all started. There’s always someone curious to hear a story how one person got interested in fragrance. I’ve read quite many stories like that and noticed that they share some similarities. In many cases it turns out that as young boys and girls we were observing our mothers. Many say that their mothers used to have a vanity table topped with make up products as well as flacons of perfume and how they were snooping when she used those scented specifics. Some would even sneak in to her boudoir to borrow a puff or two so that they smell their mothers, like a person they look up to.
Those are beautiful and sentimental stories that warm up ones heart. But to be completely honest with you, when I listen to a tale of “how I became a perfume lover” like that I have a completely different feeling going through my mind and my heart. I feel envy. For I wasn’t given a chance to inherit a passion for perfume from my mama. My home, my family didn’t have something that I could call a fragrance heritage. As far as I can remember my mama never wore a perfume. I remember asking her once about that and she remembered having one bottle of perfume in her youth. Its name was Wild Musk. It was from Coty. Apart from this one she couldn’t recall wearing anything else. One would think that this is as far as the story goes but no, the story continues.
When I started Chemist in the Bottle back in 2012, one of the first posts I published was a story about how my passion was born. I think that it wouldn’t be too much to say that I was the first member of my family who took a plunge “down the rabbit hole” for real. As more and more samples were arriving in my mailbox I started sharing some of them with my mama. Over time she began asking for more! As funny as it sounds I can say that I raised a new perfumista spirit in my mama. Years after that flacon of Wild Musk and years after not using any scents at all she slowly started to look for them. At first there were some fragrances from Avon or Oriflame but they never lasted long on her shelf. Most were then given away after using few sprays.
Ever since then my mama would develop quite a sublime taste for fragrance, niche included. I think the perfume that made her perfumista-hood take off was Guerlain Aqua Allegoria Mandarine Basilic. Then for some occasion she got Calvin Klein Euphoria from my dad but it turned out to be fake, so for some time it ended as bathroom air freshener until it landed in thrash because spray nozzle stopped working. Then she had a phase of wearing Angel from Thierry Mugler but she quickly grew tired of it. She’s also quite into Prada, especially Candy, there was a time she wore it a lot.
She would also share an interest with the same fragrances that I wore. She has decants of Atelier Cologne Rose Anonyme, Histoires de Parfums Rosam or one of my recent purchases – Moonlight Patchouli from Van Cleef & Arpels. She likes fresh, citrus compositions now but also fancies rose or iris. I’m happy that there are notes and perfumes we have in common. Currently she also uses YSL Manifesto and Lancome La Vie est Belle. And of course how could I forget that she rocks Atelier Cologne Vanille Insensee too! If I asked her what’s her favorite perfume note, she’d probably answer incense without much hesitation. Her beloved one is Kyoto, from Comme des Garcons Series 3. She also has some Gabriella Chieffo Acquasala, which is a combination of marine notes with incense. Her last love, which surprised even herself is Kilian Good Girl Gone Bad.
Unfortunately my mama is a kind of person who doesn’t like to spend money on her own needs. She was always more eager to buy things for others. Therefore I doubt she’ll ever buy one of these expensive fragrances to fully enjoy them. I wanted to surprise her by splitting the latter fragrance I mentioned but sadly I there are no takers. I guess I will have to come up with different plan. Or maybe any of you would be willing to commit to few ml? I truly would like to thank her for being such a wonderful mother. She taught me a lot and is very supportive. With different mama I wouldn’t be the same person I am now. Happy Mother’s Day to all of your moms. Every one is special.