On Old Perfume and Age

I have a thing for classic perfumes. Most of which are from the house of Guerlain. Many people would call them old perfumes but they are unenlightened.

Okay, maybe unenlightened is too strong a word. The perfumes which I prefer are indeed old in that some of them have been in production since before my grandmother was born .

That was 1921 in case you were wondering.

My first post on the original version of this blog in 2009 was about retiring my favorite older scents because *ahem* I wanted to project youth, vibrancy etc...blah, blah, blah.

Welcome to my midlife crisis.

Thank goodness that part of my life is over. Also that I did not get rid of those bottles of perfume. Most of them are pre-reformulation versions. They consist of:

- Shalimar (of course)
- L'Heure Bleu
- Mitsouko
- Jicky
- Vol de Nuit

The only one of the list that I am kind of iffy about is VdN. It smells amazing when I first put it on then turns into something I cannot connect with after about 10 minutes.

I also like newer and non-Guerlain perfumes so I'm not a total perfume snob.

Okay, scratch that. I am pretty picky about my perfume. When you've lived in truly high quality vintage scents for an extended period of time like I have, one cannot deal with much of the garbage being passed off as high end these days. Fortunately there are perfume houses creating some quality juice out there but they're becoming increasingly hard to find.

Anyway, the point of all this blabbering is to say this. I no longer feel the need to embrace the cult of youth. Not if it means smelling like a pink, plastic bowl of fruit.

The end.