Have I Outgrown the NYC Perfume Scene?

The short answer is ‘No’, of course.
But for the first time, the long answer is ‘No, but…’

The background: I went to NYC last weekend, mostly to visit a close friend before I say ‘Goodbye to all that’ and take off for the land of marinieres, pastries, and (more) perfume.
This was my second trip to Manhattan this summer- the first time the main purpose of my trip was my IFF interview and olfactory intelligence test (and to see the Rei Kawakubo exhibit).  Obviously a lot of water under the bridge since then.
And while I was there then, I visited Bergdorf Goodman, Twisted Lily, MiN New York, Aedes des Venustas, Osswald, and even CO Bigelow. In short, all the perfume places.

And it wasn’t that I was burnt out this time around, but after the blow out that was the last trip… there wasn’t a lot new to explore or discover.  Turns out not even NYC’s perfume sphere is without its limits.

La La Land, Moonlight, and Hidden Figures

First of all, I’m feeling better today. Sleep and a quiet morning does wonders.  It’s a blessing to not have a heavy coarse load this semester- especially right now when I’m juggling graduate school applications and ballroom practices.

We have a practice showing for our Winter performance on Saturday, so everyone (including me) is scrambling to get their pieces together. I have four practices today, but things are coming together.

So the best thing to do in these times of stress is to suit up and put on some blood-red lipstick (Snow White by NYX?). As Chanel said, “If you’re sad, add some more lipstick and attack.”  So I have a leather dress (so proud I zipped it up the back all by me lonesome), leather riding boots, a severe side part and low bun, and the life-affirming fragrance, Oud by Maison Francis Kurkdjian.  You know you’ve put on the right fragrance when you wake yourself up and think “Yes, that’s who I am today.”