Thursday, April 15, 2010
I wanted Cuir de Russie. I craved Cuir de Russie. I couldn't find my Cuir de Russie sample. So my first choice was out. But I still wanted leather.
Cuir de Lancome didn't seem quite right when I sniffed the cap, though I can't quite say why. Too spicy for spring?
Cuir d'Iris seemed, in memory, too aggressive and dry.
Cuir Venenum, also in memory, had too much curing chemical and too little animal.
Bandit would have been great. My craving translated effortlessly into a craving for Bandit. Which, as it turns out, I'm out of. The sprayer's right there. Empty.
First lesson of the day: I like an awful lot of leather perfumes.
So I ended up with Daim Blond. Soft pale suede and fruit.
Second lesson of the day: A Cuir de Russie craving cannot be satisfied with Daim Blond. They are not colleagues. When my nose wants Cuir de Russie, Daim Blond - usually a fragrance that makes me close my eyes and do that blissful drinking it in thing - is no better than Perfectly Nice. It was all fruit today, hardly any leather.
Third lesson of the day: It's time to buy a large decant of Cuir de Russie.
And now I'm headed for more rose-scented bubbles. Hey, does anybody make leather-scented bubble bath?