I went to the beauty store today for the first time in years. I tried on fragrance after fragrance trying to find a pretty, sexy scent like Thierry Mugler's Angel which Ryan gave me for Christmas. Bottle after beautiful bottle, I was entranced by the complexity of how different each scent was despite the same impressions. I know quite a bit about aromatherapy but I was still in awe of how each scent evoked a different spell or memory within me.
I squirreled away two samples to try at home out of at least eight that I'd fallen in love with.
1.) Viktor & Rolf's Flowerbomb transported me to a bright, cotton candy, flowering field with delicate thorns in the bushes.
2.) Dior's Hypnotic Poison sprays on like a snake bite in Eden. A second whiff reminds me of covens, black clothes and dark winding towers. It's powerful and perfect for the witch in me.
I'd like to wear more perfume. Add this simple small luxury to my personal beauty ritual. I used to worry about toxicity but the more I think about the natural or "holistic" way of cutting out products. The more it reminds me of deprivation. Like how the anorexia I struggled with as a child made me feel almost martyr-like; I feel like I was depriving myself of life's small things to make me feel as though I was doing something for the whole of the world. I had spiraled down in the name of feeling "pure" which is a total bummer.
It's important to indulge in the things that make you happy and inspired. I felt so amazing and sexy wearing scents. They remind me to treat myself better. To indulge more. Everyone should do the things they consider soul and spiritually nourishing. I have re-discovered for myself that part of this is glamour.
Xo
B.C.
