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A sense of loss…

Today I have for you a special story, coming from a friend of mine. An undesired fantasy that happened in real life and about inconveniences, sadness and inner suffering that it caused.

Guest post by Jilliecat

The day before it happened, the early autumn sun glimmered softly through the yellowing leaves and I was wearing Goutal’s Heure Exquise, wrapped cosily and happily in that fragrance’s powdery iris embrace. Wafts of the perfume floated up and the soft sandalwood echoed the season’s mellowness. Little did I know then that the following morning my world would be turned upside down by the loss of a loved one and that my ability to smell would be snatched away as a consequence.

Anosmia. Funny old word… It’s almost pretty in a way, sounding like a flower. “Oh that purple bloom over there, that’s anosmia”. It means the lack of the sense of smell. I prefer the alternative term “olfactory anaesthesia” which sums it up perfectly to me as I felt as though my nose had suddenly been clobbered into unconsciousness. We’ve probably all experienced it temporarily when suffering from a bad cold that blocks up our noses so much that we can’t smell a thing. But there are many other conditions that have the same outcome, ranging from brain tumours, Alzheimer’s, side effects of medication, the ageing process and sadly these don’t last for just a few days, but forever.

Much has been written about the devastating results that anosmia can have on sufferers’ lives – weight loss through lack of appetite (after all, if you can’t smell, you can’t taste either so you can’t be bothered to eat), the dangers of not being able to detect gas leaks, smoke or food that’s gone off, and the lack of sheer joy in being able to smell. Researchers highlight the fact that severe depression can occur as olfaction is supported by the brain’s limbic system which also serves emotion, behaviour and memory; without the ability to perceive odours, the link between the nose and the brain is severed – no longer will that vivid remembrance of your granny leap into your mind as you carelessly brush against a lavender bush, the scent of newly cut grass won’t take you back in a flash to your childhood, watching your dad mowing the lawn in the summer’s heat and the pungent aroma of a Gauloise cigarette won’t transport you to that elevator in the Rif Hotel in Tangier. One’s identity begins to fade away, along with the sensual pleasures of tasting and smelling. Life almost becomes not worth living.

For me, though, my experience has been the reverse of this – it was the grief of a sudden bereavement and the depression that followed that took my sense of smell away. At first my nose was inflamed through crying, so I couldn’t smell and I certainly couldn’t eat. Then I felt that, in my sadness, enjoyment of fragrance in any form was frivolous – how could I possibly pamper myself? So baths were plain, bottles of fragrances were left untouched and my favourite perfume blogs went unread. As the weeks passed, I began to realise that not only did I not want to wear perfume, but that I couldn’t, as I found I was actually unable to smell it. This added to the depression – my hobby, my obsession of a lifetime was suddenly gone in a puff of (unscented) smoke. It was almost like living in a glass bubble; I was able to see and hear, but I could not detect or savour any pleasurable scent through that impenetrable barrier. Mind over matter. How strong the mind can be, how complex, how unfathomable. Without doubt I was suffering from a psychological anosmia.

There is a happy ending to this story, though. As the months came and went, I began to crave a little perfume – so I took baby steps at first, starting with clean, fresh colognes which I felt were not “luxurious” but therapeutic; gradually I could sense the zinginess of their citruses, and this lifted my senses. From these I graduated to rose fragrances, which have a soft, comforting feel. I still have days where I can’t really detect perfume, and others on which I don’t want to wear any, but I am beginning to recover. The fragrance I have had the most success with has been Balenciaga’s L’Essence – it fulfils my need for a clean, unfussy vibe and the melancholy note of violet suits my mood. It is very slightly reminiscent of Heure Exquise, the perfume which I thought at one time I would never wear again, but now – perhaps, some time in the future, who knows?

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I’m deeply thankful to Jillie for sharing her experience with all of us. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to put all that into words and I bet everyone will draw some sort of lesson from this post. And I hope writing this made you feel better. There are people who care about you, don’t forget it. As you’re all reading this post there is a package going to Jillie’s home with some perfume samples I believe will help to get back to life fully. Lots of love.

[note] photo of Annick Goutal Heure Exquise and Balenciaga L’Essence by Jilliecat

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Perfume – It’s in the stars

I have taken a little break for a weekend and went out of town for 3 days to relax and have some fun with my friends. More about it next week. I decided to give a steering wheel of the blog to my dear friend and a long time follower. Everyone, please welcome Jillie, who will be a host of this weekend post. I’m happy she was thrilled about a short article for Chemist in the Bottle. See you on Monday.

Guest post by Jillie

Is it true that our personalities are what they are because of the sign of the Zodiac under which we were each born, and if that is the case, do we naturally choose our perfume along the lines of those character traits that the astrologers attribute to each sign?

These thoughts filled my head the other day as I spritzed Annick Goutal’s Eau de Camille all over, relishing the tang of dank privet and dewy, glossy honeysuckle leaves.  You see, I love green fragrances, but I am a Leo so surely this is the very opposite of what my fire sign should savour? I am also a perfume “tart” and will swing wildly between categories – one day I’ll crave YSL‘s rose and violet beauty Paris, which I think would be perfect for a sweet Virgo girl, the next it could be Caron’s Parfum Sacre, whose ambery incense would surely be ideal for balancing a Libran. Though maybe it’s the big cat’s promiscuity that dictates my ever-changing tastes!

More in keeping with my sign is my love of yellow citrus – lemony colognes are heaven, and the sun-kissed mango of L’Eau a la Folie is perfection. However, there is one type of fragrance that I will always avoid: any calone/ozone note will immediately turn my stomach. Is that my innate leonine fear of water, or just that I perceive it as an unpleasant note? One fact I am sure of, and this is entirely in keeping with the Leo profile – I have expensive taste and I am extravagant!

I wonder if it can be possible that each twelfth of the population will conform to a pre-destined pattern. If that is so, do all Pisceans love the salty caviar in Womanity? Do all those born under Sagittarius wear Caron’s Yatagan and other leathery perfumes to remind them of their equine alter ego? Does a Cancerian gravitate to the sandiness of Dior’s Dune?

What do you think – could our perfume choices be influenced by the stars? What perfume would you put with which sign of the zodiac? Inspired by my astrological musings, I think that tonight I shall wear the very appropriate Sun Moon Stars!

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