Heaven Scent

Senses….are freaky. Okay so it’s a sweeping statement, let me elaborate. If I whiff my marker pen (not to be encouraged) I am transported to the damp, blackened walls of a cool, cave in Cognac. Something as simple as dried horse chestnut leaves reminds me of my Victorian school yard. Eyes may be the window to the soul but a nose is certainly the gateway to nostalgia.
I have always had an extreme affinity and sensitivity to scents. I love the way you can be transported to an exotic place and can nourish nostalgia with a gentle nuzzle of a steel bottle stopper on the nape of your neck.

My first experience with fragrance was in fact a body spray: Charlie Red purchased for me by an Aunt. Although putrid: it began a decadent love affair with fragrance which was immediately upgraded to Charlie Blue at the tender age of ten. Most teenagers experiment with illicit drugs I dabbled in D&G. After a dalliance with Cacharel, I discovered Lancôme. A few mood swings later, I dipped into CK One and Boudoir by Vivienne Westwood.

Like any significant relationship you have to learn from your mistakes and keep an open mind, until you find “the one”. My ideal fragrance: is in a sleek, gold, steel-capsule bottle, by Armani. “She/Elle/Ella” is light and doesn’t force a sickly headache after too many over exuberant sprays. However I frequently admire more exotic colognes such as Van Cleef & Arples “Printemps” worn by a fascinating female boss that exuded such style.

One tip: No matter how romantic the bottle may be, never touch anything containing rose water aka eau de granny.

“What do I wear in bed? Why Chanel No. 5 of course”. Marilyn Monroe.

■ BexBella