
My perfume has been discontinued. Or it’s about to be. Which leaves me with a quandry: Do I buy a few bottles in case the end is nigh or do I find a new scent?
I started wearing this perfume at the end of my college career. Lulu, the scent I wore for years, had been discontinued. It came in a gorgeous light blue and red bottle and was named for Louise Brooks. The smell was smoky and sweet. I was heartbroken when I learned it was gone. A saleswoman at Lazarus department store in Lafayette, Ind., steered me down the glass case to a new scent, the one I would come to think of as mine. It took a while to get used to it. One day I noticed its warmth, how it had melded with my wrist to create a scent that was better than what came out of the atomizer. It was mine.
I like the idea of having a scent that’s mine. My grandmother wears Shalimar and when I see those fancy bottles I think of her. I think of Marilyn Monroe and that bottle of Chanel No. 5 (she once quipped, “What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course.”) I’m not one of those people who cloud myself in perfume; it smells best when just a bit is used, when you get a whiff only occassionally, a little reminder. That’s how perfume is supposed to be.
I don’t tell people what perfume I’m wearing because I just won’t. It’s mine and I don’t want everyone smelling like it. Once I had too much to drink and told my friend Moss (who had too much to drink and forgot). My friend Rebecca has been waiting 10 years for me to tell her. She moved to L.A. and still I’m hogging this scent. Perhaps if I had told people sales would be strong and the scent wouldn’t be discontinued.
All Amazon sellers seem to have discounted the fragrance which is why I think it’s curtains for this perfume. Worried about how long a perfume can last I did a bit of research and learned that if it’s kept at room temperature and out of sunlight it should last “almost indefinitely.” And who doesn’t love perfume, lots of perfume, for Valentine’s Day?
I think the outcome is clear. This is my scent. I’m not ready for a new one.