ATTENTION: I HAVE SOMETHING OF VITAL IMPORTANCE TO COMMUNICATE
I do not understand perfume. I do not understand people who wear perfume.
If you are walking around right now enveloped in a cloud of manufactured scent, and I happen to smell you as I pass, I will think you might be a jerk.
I stress might. Look, I have relatives who wear way too much perfume (or cologne). Some of them I love. Some of them are jerks. Some of them are jerks whom I love. It's complicated.
I admit that I wouldn't be writing this if it weren't hot and humid out there. If I hadn't just been walking the dog, both of us staggering in the heat and humidity, gasping for air, only to twice get nosefuls of someone else's idea of a fantastical flower garden, or musky den of sexual transactions.
(I realize this comes shortly after I posted about how rarely I shower. ) (A habit which, I should mention, has changed since I started going to the gym so much.) (You really do have to shower when you've been Pushing it to the Max and the like.) (My point is, this is not an ongoing Campaign in Defense of Body Odors.)
I am not completely Anti-Scent. You want a scented lotion, you go right ahead. If you want to apply a scent to your pulse points such that you gift your smell only on those in your moist clutches, that's your prerogative. But when you are applying enough scent such that people not in your embrace are left smelling you after you've gone, that is wrong on so many levels.
I know someone who shrouds herself in her signature eau de toilette before going out, leaving everyone in her vicinity coughing and teary-eyed. "Oh, but it fades," she says. "That's why I have to put on so much." Ah. So. For an hour or two, you blind everyone in your vicinity. But at least after that you won't have to deal with the horror of faded scent. The shame! How could you stand it?
Not to mention, why would you douse yourself with odors right before going out? You realize that other people are making the same mistake, right? Did you know that the only thing worse than overly strong perfume is competing perfumes? Do you want your stink to overpower theirs, is that it? Is this some kind of domination thing?
Also, if you're reading this thinking, "I know! I hate those other people's scents –but MINE! Oh, mine is an exquisite commingling of basil and mint with notes of an animal-like rawness," you may be right. Most people might think you are an olfactory delight. But you're still probably grossing someone out.
In short, you may wear scent if you want, but please do not have a smell that other people have to smell whether they want to or not. That's just basic civility. I thank you.










August 10, 2009
Reader Comments (162)
Here's how I like perfume: a single-drop dab on your throat or the nape of your neck. Only someone who kisses you should know. And even they should get to say no to it if it makes them sneeze.
And yes, she is one of those who ALWAYS says and honestly believes, it fades after a while. (That's why I could never convince her to not wear it while around me) I think it's more a case of her sense of smell is shut off by her brain for lack of pure oxygen. Because that stuff doesn't fade but only gets sweeter and more sugary as time goes on. It's like a floral spray paint.
Or, imagine you are a fundraiser for a Seattle arts non-profit. Also a rainy day -- assemble 20 wealthy, high-dollar perfume wearing society lady board members. Close the doors, turn up the heat. Now, try to take notes!
But, it's the sensible 00's these days, my Unitarian fellowship, my yoga studio, my doctor's office, are all scent free! Smell the love.
Thankfully, because who wants to be stuck in an office with usually overpowering scents (men are the worst victims).
To try to feel more like a lady though, I try and remind myself to spritz something light on...outside of work!
I feel the need for a perfume with the "essence" of crap.
I think I have a winner of an idea here.
Sure some might go a little heavy sometimes but sheeesh they haven't murdered your babies!
Thank you.
I think it's a territorial thing: my first office job, by which I mean job in an airtight hermetically sealed environment with no opening windows, was dominated by this silverback of a woman called Carol who would spray clouds of Eau de Gag all over herself IN MID-OFFICE, several times a day. It's like dogs peeing on lampposts. She even did that thing Charlie does, kicking her legs out behind her after each spraying.
Short version: perfume is fine to wear, as long as you don't REEK of it. Would you like to be responsible for someone having an extreme allergic reaction and possibly dying? Thought not.