Perfume story time.
I put a spray on my mom and she immediately remembered a perfume her aunt used to have. It came in a splash bottle, of course, and in the 60’s in India when my mom and all her cousins got together, they’d go into my aunt’s room and help themselves to the perfume. Then, realizing that quite a quantity had been used up, they refill the bottle with water!
She laughs now that nobody caught them even though they must have reeked of fragrance, but honestly, I’ve found that these kinds of scents sit so close to the skin. You can spray them and spray them, and there’s barely any sillage.
Maybe a projection of aldehydes at the start but once those are gone, you’re left with a skin scent. It’s a difficult smell for me to hold on to, and I find that it disappears even when I spray it on my hair, where usually can can trap any number of top notes and smell them throughout the day. Initial sprays have great projection – people could smell it from different rooms of the house when I sprayed it, but then the smell kind of disappeared.
Anyway, I left what was left of my little spray bottle with my mom and hopefully, she can revisit those memories.
