A sniff, a whiff of something delicious.

[e_juliana]

Men's cologne can throw me into a tizzy. Slap on some Jean Paul Gaultier, Cool Water, Chanel pour Monsieur, or Drakkar, and you will garner my full attention for at least a few seconds. To that end, the boys here at work should not be allowed to wear nice-smelling cologne. It's very distracting.

Women's perfumes, on the other hand, tend to make me sick as a dog. Too floral, too spicy, too much of whatever it is. Calvin Klein is right out (men's fragrances too, actually). I need the crisper scents, the ones involving citrus, lavender, or greens.


Mmmm, Gaultier.

Comments

[debg.livejournal.com]

I am, as usual, at the extreme - these days, my body gets a whiff of anything resembling perfume of any flavour or gender at all and says, um, NO, stop that at once. When I was able to deal, even minimally, with perfumes, I adored Bal a Versailles by Jean Desprez (designed originally for Marie Antoinette, so not maybe the world's luckiest perfume, but gorgeous), and occasionally copuld deal with Paco Rabanne's Calandre.

No more, alas.

[e-juliana.livejournal.com]

I have been there, and it sucketh mightily. Mine was a pure stress reaction, though, and has faded a skosh. I'm sorry you can't deal with scent anymore.

Oh No!

[redwright.livejournal.com]

Shall I have J hose me down before I come to the airport?

*smile*

[debg.livejournal.com]

Heh - you aren't picking me up at the airport, sweetie. I have a shuttle all paid for, to take me downtown to about thirty yards from the Millennium's front door.

[redwright.livejournal.com]

oops .... guess I'll go to work that day after all.

:)