I realized yesterday that I dislike Bond No. 9 Chinatown. This is after years of thinking I loved it and that it was among Bond’s best offerings. Oddly, I still think it’s a neat perfume on others, and I still think it’s among Bond’s bests, but on me it reeks of waxy crayons. I picture red and purple crayons. Melted.
This got me thinking about all the other perfumes I've professed my love for when in fact I’ve finally admitted to myself I dislike. The “admittance to myself” is the key point. I haven’t gone around pretending to like these perfumes for anyone elses' sake but my own. I talked myself into liking them. Many for years. I’m unsure why. I’m not the type of person who routinely pretends to enjoy perfumes she doesn’t. I don’t think I’ve ever pretended I like Chanel No. 5 or Apres L’Ondee; because I’ve known from the start I would never wear either. I also don’t think this is a case of my taste changing over time. My taste has changed over time. I’m experiencing a period right now where I dislike almost all of my ambery perfumes; everything ambery smells musty to me. But this is a sudden change, and I think (hope) it’s temporary. There are plenty of fragrances I’ve disliked over the years, but these aren’t the ones I forced myself to like, thinking that I truly liked them.
In addition to Chinatown, here are a few more I’m finally admitting I just don’t like:
Guerlain Shalimar. Oh, I’m sure I’ve said I love Shalimar a hundred times. I even wrote a post about how great it is on this blog. But you know what? I think it smells like vomit. On me at least. And I don’t like it.
Histoires de Parfums Tubereuse 3 L’Animale: is another one I think smells waxy and also fatty. I hate it. This is beginning to feel cathartic.
Hermes Caleche: Caleche’s sharp aldehydes shriek at such a high pitch on me it almost always gives me a headache. I’ve worn an entire bottle in my lifetime. No more.
Serge Lutens Chergui: another one I’ve worn an entire bottle’s worth and sung its praises. It’s been awhile now since I’ve worn it and there’s a reason for that; it makes me nauseous. It’s too sweet and contains that honey note I don’t enjoy.
So there, I’ve done it, I’ve listed five perfumes I’ve forced myself to like for a long time. But I don’t like them, and I won’t wear them ever again. Do you have any fragrances which you’ve openly said you liked, perhaps favorably reviewed or worn many times, only to finally admit to yourself that you just don’t like the stuff?