Scent of an Older Woman
Back in the day, perfume for me was a huge splash of Jean Naté, like a half a bottle of splash. Worked well too for those after school sports moments when meeting friends (boys!) but when the other kind of friend prevented you from taking a shower in the girls locker.
And of course, no 1960s girl would be authentic without wearing Emeraude. It was strong and too much would take over the whole room but for whatever reason, it was the scent du jour. Funny that Emeraude’s tag line is “for the woman who dares to be different.” Greenville was hardly the stronghold of being different, unless it was wearing pink with purple instead of pink with green!
Then it happened. My nose roamed. An ad with a scent strip for Bottega Veneta. One whiff was all it took and I bought it. Fendi has been sent to the back of the vanity, shunned. Maybe only temporarily as the Fendi is classic. Not to mention that Mr. EOS loves the Fendi and using only one perfume made his gift shopping easy.
I don’t wear perfume every day anymore but I can remember a time when I wouldn’t dare go out without my lipstick on and a spray of Fendi – so as not to Offend-i!
Lipstick still but that’s a topic for another day.