And now we begin a week of my most beloved scents, in no particular order.
Slumberhouse Flou. I think I might be the person most in love with this little scent in the whole world. I want to explain to you what it is about Flou that makes it one of my all-time favorite scents after only five months together, but it’s so hard to explain that affection if you don’t feel it yourself. I think it’s strange and beautiful. I think it’s sad and sweet and lively and poignant. It manages to conquer a lot of different moods, and that’s part of the trick to be sure, because it means I pick it up often and yet never find myself disappointed. I’m pleased it was made here in Portland, and I hope this tiny new perfume house continues to get the attention I think it deserves for making terrific scents.Price: $.
Recommended for: the eclectic friend, the friend who has everything, the friend who is loves modern art.
CB I Hate Perfume Black March. I have almost completely used up my 100ml bottle. Personally I find that fact alone astonishing. If you had asked me five years ago if the thing I’d be mostly like to smell like on any given day was rain splattered dirt and fallen greenery, I’d have laughed. It’s a sign how much this place has gotten inside me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking of myself as a Texan in some ways, but I realized this weekend standing in front of the only Studebaker stage coach that made the journey across the Oregon Trail available for public viewing (the other three are in private collections) and listening to a lovely woman talk about the incredible difficulty and hardship those original pioneers had to overcome to get here that I am very proud to consider myself an Oregonian.
There is something about getting here from another place to start a new life despite incredible obstacles that resonates, not only for me personally, but for so many Oregon transplants I know. Exiles, drifters, the lost, and the damned – the came here to start over. I’m one of them. When I smell Black March, I think about that, and how this place has changed me, about who I am now that I never expected to be. The west may be closed, but the idea that you can come to Oregon and find a new life remains. Here among the rain and dark earth and tall pines that were there before I was born and, I hope, will be here when I am gone, I was not born anew, but unexpectedly healed. If someone hands you a bottle of that, it’s hard not to love it.
Price: $-$$.
Recommended for: the outdoorsy friend, the friend who thinks they hate perfume.
DSH Perfumes Sweet Honey. Here’s how much I loved Sweet Honey. I bought one on a whim because it was on clearance. A week later I bought a second bottle for fear it was going to would disappear when Dawn launched her new site (very nice, I might add) and consolidated some of the offerings from her line. A lot of people would probably find Sweet Honey sickeningly so; not me. I find its overwhelming sweetness so thoroughly fantastic that I cannot get enough of it. I can close my eyes and actually see strings of think honey yawning between my fingers when I smell the scent. Life can be brutal and ugly and sometimes there is something so perfect about a golden sweetness that overcomes the bitter it literally drowns out the ashes in your mouth, the grim on your heart. To me, this scent does that.Price: $-$$.
Recommended for: the friend who stops at every bakery.
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