The Great Fragrance Search of 2018

I have been happily wearing Hanae Mori’s Butterfly for about three years. It’s a lovely perfume – floral but not too sweet, not very ubiquitous. The latter consideration is more than simple vanity; it feels weird to me to wear a perfume that I associate with someone else, so there are certain perfumes which I would have to avoid because they remind me of people I know. My relationship with scents is complicated all around. I find scents to be strongly linked to memories and moods, which means that they can have a huge impact on my day-to-day. On the other hand, I absolutely hate spending money on perfumes which is unfortunate because (a) see above, and (b) they are expensive. A search for a new fragrance is a very fraught exercise for me. Nevertheless, earlier this year, I embarked on precisely that quest. It felt like time for a change – not coincidentally, I’m sure, around the same time when my aesthetic preferences underwent their own evolution.

I have been a lover of floral scents for a long time, but this time around, I have noticed by preferences shifting away from the sweet end of the spectrum. One of the first scents that stood out to me was Jo Malone’s Earl Grey and Cucumber. The unexpected combination hooked me, but I also liked that it had a crispness to it. What didn’t hook me was the price; about $185CAD for a small bottle of eau de toilette. After switching to eau de parfum with Hanae Mori, I became cognizant of the better staying power of the latter, which means that one can use less (and get better value for money, typically). I couldn’t commit to Jo Malone, so I kept looking.

I’ll skip over some of the less inspiring options I tried, to jump straight to my most recent trials because this is where I’ve had the most success. After running into several articles on Le Labo and their hipster-beloved scents, I decided to take advantage of their sample option and see what the fuss was about. For a fairly reasonable $27CAD (including shipping), I got three 1.5 mL samples: Santal 33, Rose 31, and Iris 39. Santal 33 is the one that all the cool kids wear, it seems. I picked the other two based on the descriptions on the Le Labo website. (They arrived quickly, which is always a nice surprise with international shipping.) The samples are mini sprays, so they are easy to apply; I would estimate that there is enough perfume in each sample for at least a solid two-week trial.

Right off the bat, I was intrigued by Santal. It is extremely different than any other perfume I’ve ever worn, but I quickly became obsessed with its smokiness. To me, it feels like a bit of an enigma, a mood that is hard to pin down. (I hasten to add that, as popular as it may be in other parts of the world, I’ve never smelled this on anyone locally, and it’s not worn by anyone in my immediate circle. No scent associations!) In contrast, I found Iris to be almost too clean and crisp; still pleasant but not as memorable. Rose was lovely, but too straightforwardly sweet, though I kinda liked the result of layering it over Santal.

After about a week, I was more or less ready to pull the trigger on Santal, but as soon as I went back to the Le Labo website, I started having second thoughts. The price is $205CAD for 50 mL. I just couldn’t talk myself into it, but I also didn’t want to give up the scent (no pun intended). I started researching “dupes” and made a list of possible contenders. These included Commodity’s Book, Sarah Jessica Parker’s Splash SPJ, and Maison Louis Marie No. 4 Bois de Balincourt. In the process, I also discovered that one of my old favourite perfumes, Stella McCartney In Two Peony, which was discontinued years ago, was recently reissued. Armed with my list, I decided to head to Sephora.

After a headache-inducing hour of smelling approximately a bazillion fragrances, I walked out with 2 Commodity mini perfumes: the aforementioned Book as well as Velvet, each $30CAD plus tax (10 mL). First, the good: I love both a lot. Book has similar sandalwood notes to Santal 33, but smells fresher/less smoky to me. Velvet, in my opinion, is also something of a dupe for Santal 33, though it hits different notes than Book; it has the same smokiness as Santal, with a slightly sweeter edge. I preferred it over Maison Margiela Replica By the Fireplace, which is also similar but, frankly, a bit too close to the fire, as it were.

Both Book and Velvet are perfect scents for the more androgynous side of my aesthetic. With that said, the bad: neither of these has huge lasting power, even compared to Santal 33 (which itself has less than Butterfly). One spray on the wrist is initially quite strong, but it fades within 3-4 hours to the point that I can only get a faint whiff if I vigorously sniff my wrist. In particular, with Velvet, the smoky notes fade first, leaving behind a lovely (but more bland) floral scent. As a result, I’m in two minds about whether I would re-purchase either, or keep looking for other alternatives.

At Sephora, I also tried Stella Peony, and found it to be very similar if not identical to the way I remember the original perfume. However, whereas in the past, I recall thinking it was a spicier fragrance than my usual florals (it has notes of pepper in it), this time I thought it was definitely on the sweet side as compared to something like Santal 33. I think it would be a good match for the more femme side of my aesthetic; like my Artist style avatar, Peony is soft but not without its edges. It’s going on my short-list as a possible buy. I have typically only had one “signature” perfume at a time, but with the way my style has evolved, it would make sense for my perfume library to expand a bit.

So that is where my search has currently brought me. If you’ve been experimenting with fragrances recently, tell me all about it – especially if you have the inside track on other possible dupes for Santal 33.

What I Wore: July 9-15, 2018

The Dress Jackpot

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I’ve been really hitting that dress jackpot lately, haven’t I? First that Sarah Pacini linen dress, and now this Iris Setlakwe number. I am generally not a huge fan of brown-black combos, but there is something about this print that drew me to it regardless of that fact. The dress fits like a dream, which always helps, and it’s feminine without being girly. The fabric feels lovely; it has the shape-retaining quality of scuba material, but it feels silky to the touch. I love the illusion neckline. There’s not much I don’t love about the dress, come to think of it. I kept things simple for the outfit, just adding a blue necklace for a small pop of colour.

Caped Crusader

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Not really, but I could not resist the title. This is one of the more bizzaro combinations I have put together lately, but I really like how it came together. I’m also digging the greenish-grey-black colour palette; there is a sort of moldy metallic thing happening. The fit of these pants is slightly off, but in an intriguing way. I think they would be more flattering if they were a slimmer cut, but their boxiness emphasizes the menswear vibe, further amplified by these Louise et Cie loafers as opposed to a daintier flat or heels.

Pleats, Please

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I was super pumped to find this Tibi skirt at my local consignment store; it’s right up my alley. So much so that it’s actually quite similar to a piece I already have – a Vanessa Bruno dress that has a similar, apron-style pleat section in the front. (This Tibi skirt has a pleated back as well, though it’s plain black not patterned like the front.) I’ve struggled with how to wear that dress for reasons too mundane to detail here, so this now gives me the choice of replacing it with something more wearable. Will I? I was all set … aaaand then started to have second thoughts almost immediately. The VB dress has a cool black-and-white contrast thing going on; isn’t there room in my closet for two cool, pleated pieces? Counterpoint: is there room in my closet for two very similar pieces? I don’t know, friends. I just don’t know. In the meantime, let’s leave aside the difficult questions and just enjoy this stress-free outfit.

European Vacation

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Another bonus photo this week. I wish I was going on a European vacation but since I am not, this outfit will have to do. It makes me think of something my European relatives might wear as a casual look. I thrifted the jeans and scarf on the same day at different stores, but they feel like a meant-to-be-together combo. The lightweight Eileen Fisher sweater is an older find, but very of the moment what with the whole menocore thing. Easy breezy.

What I Watched: Comedy Edition

I am currently in the thick of a bunch of DYI craft projects, so I don’t have a lot of time for Netflix, buuuuut … I did recently binge watch season 1 of The Good Place. It wasn’t just good, it was great! If you’re one of the three people who hasn’t seen it yet, do ittttt! I watched it “spoiled” for the big twist at the end (which happens when you don’t keep up with the pace of pop culture) but I still thought it was brilliant. In fact, it was so good that I stayed up till past midnight one day to finish the second half of the season in one go, and while that decision hurt the next day, I did not regret it. I’m just mad that Netflix doesn’t have season 2 available yet. Bah!

Not surprisingly, the show (together with Spook, which I read around the same time) got me thinking a lot about what happens when we die. My attitude to the “great beyond” has gone through several shifts – alternating between fear and acceptance – at various stages of my life, largely influenced by whatever philosophical concepts I was exploring at the time. I’ve come to realize that I really, really want to believe in heaven (who doesn’t want that bit of comfort as they edge closer to middle age?) but my inner voice is telling me that the more likely destinations are: (1) hell, or (2) nothing. Let’s talk through this, shall we?

First of all, it’s obvious that, objectively speaking, “nothing” is better than hell. The thing is, for a living being, “nothing” is unfathomable and, therefore, in a manner of speaking, just as scary and terrible as hell. There were times when I felt rather Zen about the idea of “nothing” (though, of course, there is nothing actually Buddhist about it, but that’s another story); I think those must have been times when I was depressed – and I say that only half flippantly. I’ve come to realize that I derive my happiness from the sense of meaning that I find in (or assign to) my life; the idea that life can come to an end and that nothing comes after feels like an assault on the meaningfulness of life. Perhaps others can reconcile those two things; I struggle with it.

So, then, let’s move on to hell. Whether “hell is other people” (as The Good Place suggests) or endless, perfect solitude, or fiery pits of eternal damnation, the general consensus is that it’s bad. Who in their right mind wants to end up there? I don’t … but, like, I’m afraid I might? I don’t think I’m a bad person; I have good intentions and I am not consciously unkind. But, as Chidi found out in The Good Place, that may not be enough. Whenever I start thinking about it, I always resolve to be more actively good; and, for a while, I work on it. And then, slowly but surely, I slide back into the “normal” routine. Sigh. If hell is real, then I am probably going to it … even though I don’t have a vanity license plate.

Moving on to less weighty (and happier) topics, I also recently re-watched Clueless for the first time in more than a decade. As for many women of my generation, Paul Rudd is a Forever Crush because of Josh. It doesn’t hurt that he’s, like, a total babe still (obligatory reference to how Paul Rudd does not age, which is a scientific fact at this point, and also hat tip to 90s slang). Anyway, the movie holds up pretty well, all things considered – I guess that’s why it’s a classic. I think it was progressive for its time in many ways, though there are occasional cringe-worthy moments/bits of dialogue. The fashion? Mostly cringe-worthy, at least to me. I know a lot of it is coming back in style now and … nope. Nopety nope, hell naw for me.

Next topic. I was reading this Pajiba article about some new Shazaam movie (which, what? my non-comic geekness is working against me here, I feel lost) and learned all about the Mandela Effect. The really weird thing? The title of the article is “The First Official Photo of Zachary Levi in Shazaam Forewarns of the Coming Mandela Effect”. As I clicked on it, my thoughts were “hmm, is Mandela Effect somehow the new term for white-washing?” Because, I kid you not, I thought they had recast the old Shazaam movie starring Sinbad. This was all before I even read the article, mind you. And then I did read the article and got my mind blown to discover that THERE WAS NO SHAZAAM MOVIE STARRING SINBAD!!! BUT ALSO THAT I AM NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO TOTALLY REMEMBERS THAT NON-EXISTENT MOVIE!!!! WTF?!?!

Ahem. Sorry for shouting, but seriously: W.T.F.

Lastly, the news of Justice Bieber’s engagement to Hailey Baldwin – who, I am advised, is the daughter of the Worst Baldwin (Stephen) not the Angriest Baldwin (Alec) – made me realize that I have some kind of partial face blindness problem. I literally cannot remember what Hailey Baldwin looks like 5 minutes after staring at her photo, and I have confused her with a half dozen other women in the last week. The whole Shazaam situation has me thinking that maybe others also share this problem — holler at me in the comments if you do — although I’m willing to concede that the simpler explanation here might be that I am An Old to whom all young whippersnappers look the same. [Sidenote: I thought Hailey was dating Shawn Mendes, but it turns out this was not the case (I think?) which means that this engagement is a little less inexplicable to me now than before. Hashtag: I’m definitely too old to have an opinion about this but also Shawn Mendes is the better Canadian pop export come at me.]