So along with an affinity for different shades of lipstick, I also love things that make me smell good. For as long as I can remember, I have been very girly that way. If I had been a young girl in this age where as a 10 year old I can walk into Bath and Body Works and find an entire line of products devoted entirely to me, I would probably still be paying it off.
The first perfume I ever used was the ubiquitous Love's Baby Soft back in the 70's. It wasn't even mine, it was my sister's. I don't think anyone who has smelled Love's Baby Soft will ever forget it. What adolescent girl doesn't dream of smelling like cloyingly sweet baby powder? But it was all I had, and I was grateful to wear it whenever I got the chance, which was basically whenever my sister wasn't home to catch me using it.
My first real fragrance was one called Red, made by Giorgio of Beverly Hills. It was a horrifically sophisticated perfume for the 9th grader that I was when I bought it. I used it for quite a while, and my parents never seemed to object. Then I moved on to Obsession, along with the millions of other people who wore it in the 80's. I also fell in love with Poison, and I have owned it many times. I tend to gravitate towards deeper scents, although many exceptions have been made.
I like to change my scent according to the season. I don't like wearing Coconut lotion in the winter, it just doesn't make sense to me. I currently have about 6 different body lotions, ranging from Freesia (my least favorite) to Plumeria (the current winner). I don't usually do the scented soaps or gels, they just don't last as long. Yes, I know you are supposed to "layer" the scent, but on a regular day just give me soap and I'm good. I have 7 different perfumes. Perfumes are where I really go to town, and I love expensive perfume. I don't know if it is my inner snob, but the cheaper ones just don't seem to last as long. I have two Chanels, two different Escadas, a couple from L'Occitane, and one Donna Karan. Luckily for me, my family likes to indulge my addiction for birthdays and such, or else I wouldn't have any of them.
I have never really had a "signature" scent that I have worn for years and years. My maternal grandmother always wore Chanel No. 5, and whenever I smell it, I think of her. For the longest time, after her death, her room still faintly carried its scent. Most likely it was still on some of her clothes or scarves, which no one could bear to get rid of for a while. Even as frail as she was in her final years, she loved putting on her perfume.
I must have gotten my love of smelling nice from her, which is not too bad of a legacy, if you ask me.