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This season, my scent of choice has been anything with notes of jasmine. The potent white flower has the power to transport you directly to a tropical fantasy land. Lush got me addicted to the scent, offering tiny tins of perfume and temple balm that is easily portable. The Flying Fox scent kept me dancing all through festival season and was a fantastic carry along that worked to dispell the less enjoyable smells that are inevitable when thousands of people camp in a field for days on end for the love of music.
Now I hear that jasmine is a strong note of this season's sparkle scent from Diesel Fuel for Life Bling Editions.
When it comes to perfume style, High Street retail shelves are having a battle of bling this year, with Diesel's perfume bottles bedecked in gold chains, and JLo's bejeweled Glow. Diesel wins on bling factor over JLo's line, as they have even gone so far as to bling up the classic skater look of chain wallets by offering a concealed perfume bottle that can be worn as a decorative chain with your jeans. It is a sly way to stash your sniff for the night:
So sling on the bling this season. Looks like gold chains are still the 'in' look on perfume bottles and necks.
An even more elusive flower to capture in a bottle is the French Neroli, and a bottle of this stuff from L'Occitane is definitely on my holiday gift list. I know that many Brits will be delighted to find Clinique's Wrappings under the tree, as that seemed to be among the top items visitors from the UK were after when shopping with their all-powerful pounds this season in the US. Apparently Wrappings is not available at retail shops in the UK.
If it is one-of-a-kind, custom, secretly delicious scents you are after and you happen to be near Brooklyn - I know where to send you. Scout out CB's I Hate Perfume Gallery headed by scent master and fragrance artist Christopher Brosius. You'll find a collection of scents that are a mix of poetry and fragrance. He lets the magic of words mingle with smell, evoking intimate, personal, memories with his creations. What do frost covered hand-knit woolen mittens smell like in Winter of 1972? Or the experience of being In The Summer Kitchen just before heading to the seashore to let your nose evoke History at the Beach in 1966? Go into the gallery and let your nose take the journey.
(slyly dropped to those who might be reading my blog for gift clues)
-Lisa
