tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post4704360540819452007..comments2014-06-24T23:27:36.070-07:00Comments on The Scentimentalist: Cacharel Anaïs Anaïs: Never As Good As the First TimeThe Scentimentalisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01726819132736339666noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-944099224287401842009-08-29T12:33:33.361-07:002009-08-29T12:33:33.361-07:00The first one that I truly loved (not counting my ...The first one that I truly loved (not counting my father's Old Spice) was Max Factor Le Jardin, with the Jayne Seymour ads. I even had the flanker - either Jardin Noir or Jardin du nuit, or somesuch. I never smelled it again after I finished the last bottle over 20years ago, so its memory will survive untarnished for me.<br /><br />Hebe.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-59233887788105395062009-08-07T06:23:32.202-07:002009-08-07T06:23:32.202-07:00Beautiful, just beautiful. Didn't know this bl...Beautiful, just beautiful. Didn't know this blog existed, but now i do i will be following often. <br /><br />Its a shame about Anais Anais though. I still think it is a beautiful scent. It surely would raise rave (maybe polarized) reviews if it were launched today. But sometimes, we discover, painfully, that what(or who)we loved in the past remain better as memories. Sometimes, revisits either remind us why we parted in the first place, or show us how far we have "moved on".<br /><br />Fortunately, i still love Old Spice, of which i had abundant supply, thanks to my dad, as well as Cinnabar and Chanel 5, thanks to Mum. I was too young in the early '70s to understand or even care about gender-basing of scents.<br /><br />Once again, lovely blog.perfaddictnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-16710374144511568982009-08-07T05:10:14.154-07:002009-08-07T05:10:14.154-07:00Amazing! How lovely to wake and discover these com...Amazing! How lovely to wake and discover these comments. <br /><br />CampbellX: I am in utter agreement with you. I adore No. 19, and for me it is perfect androgyny, not at ALL girly. I go back to it time and again, and I always will.<br /><br />Susan: Am quite persuaded that upending a bottle of Joy could prompt instant death. In a fabulous way, of course ...<br /><br />Kathleen: I love your idea of being a perfume 'transvestite'. This is brilliant! I may have to come back to you on this. And yes, I concur completely that your perfume and life journeys intersect. Scent and sexuality, anyone?The Scentimentalisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01726819132736339666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-71287184142405733362009-08-07T01:17:21.786-07:002009-08-07T01:17:21.786-07:00Hmm. I loved a friend's Paris in my late adole...Hmm. I loved a friend's Paris in my late adolescence, and associated it with my first lover (my Paris-loving female friend boarded with my male first lover - complicated, moving on). I inherited a half-used bottle from my Paris friend, but grew out of it by the time I was in my early 20s. I also do remember the same ex-boyfriend of that time period wearing both Pierre Cardin and Lacoste and the scents seemed ever so sophisticated to me at the time, and grown up - probably because I was also having sex for the first time. I associated them with him, and I liked to wear them myself. That was around the time I first realised I was a perfume transvestite.<br /><br />The first perfume I bought for myself with my own money was, however, Activist by the Body Shop. I think that was a "men's" cologne as well. Eventually I expanded my taste to both women and women's perfumes, but expanded taste doesn't mean cutting out prior tastes, which I've retained as well. I think my perfume journey has rather followed my life journey.<br /><br />P.S. Thank you for the Kenzo Amour suggestion, which I completely adored once I had the correct, non-floral bottle. It is *very* much like Hypnotic Poison, my current favourite.Kathleen Brysonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-48142345427375339152009-08-06T16:46:19.414-07:002009-08-06T16:46:19.414-07:00I was about 6 years old. There was a giant bottle ...I was about 6 years old. There was a giant bottle of Joy on my mother's dressing table.<br />Somehow what was supposed to be a secret sniff wound up being an overturned bottle on my dress.<br />I must have passed out from the fumes because I woke up the next morning all clean and un-smelly<br />in my very own cozy bed. Funny how scent can be instantly connected with memories.<br /><br />Susan HannafordAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-55079393236282197992009-08-06T15:11:16.546-07:002009-08-06T15:11:16.546-07:00I used ot like Anais Anais. But my first was Chane...I used ot like Anais Anais. But my first was Chanel No 19. I loved the citrusy fagrance. Very unisex I thought. I smell it now and it seems alien and familiar. <br /><br />I don't know why I felt it was androgynous, masculine even. It is a girly as all the others. LOLCampbellXhttp://www.blackmanvision.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-63496067443054943392009-08-06T14:20:07.804-07:002009-08-06T14:20:07.804-07:00This is wonderful, dearest Scentimentalist. The he...This is wonderful, dearest Scentimentalist. The headiness is making me think of my french penfriend who wanted everything to be 'romantic'. Anais Anais, Richard Clayderman, Barry Lyndon at a repertory cinema on the left bank. I stayed with her for one week. It was another country of feeling. I hadn't yet fallen in love so it was achingly compelling to understand so clealry someone else's version of what that first love would feel like. It was pure adolescent speculation.Sarahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-84191994270050314262009-08-06T13:52:42.227-07:002009-08-06T13:52:42.227-07:00My first love was Escada Sexy Graffiti that I boug...My first love was Escada Sexy Graffiti that I bought in a duty free shop in Mexico, well my parents bought it for me actually. It was my first real perfume and I reveled in it's fruity floral goodness. I still remember how I felt evertime I reached for that bottle. I've learned so much and my tastes are very different, so I doubt I would like it now but I'll always remember it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16946765294977587434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-61191021037286829712009-08-06T13:52:29.959-07:002009-08-06T13:52:29.959-07:00Oh, yes, Supermarky. This scent continues to have ...Oh, yes, Supermarky. This scent continues to have legions of fans, a fact of which Cacharel is no doubt quite aware. I am certain that it is still in production in part to serve women in their late 30s/early 40s, who still wish to preserve the scent of their youth -- and why not? Certainly, Anais Anais is one of the most frequently cited 'entry-level' scents for women on Basenotes, and on other sites.<br /><br />I wonder now if reformulation might play a part in my story? Or is it merely the fact that I once coveted Anais Anais so badly, and am now cynical and spoiled for choice?<br /><br />PS I still love 'Peanuts'.The Scentimentalisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13781318795854315777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-55006662342365096662009-08-06T13:24:55.948-07:002009-08-06T13:24:55.948-07:00this reminds me of an interview with charles schul...this reminds me of an interview with charles schultz in which he insisted "peanuts" wasn't "art" because it wouldn't "speak to succeeding generations" and I wondered why wouldn't "peanuts" speak to succeeding generations? <br /><br />I know there are women on basenotes who still love this stuff!supermarkynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-3311326602134442752009-08-06T12:54:52.121-07:002009-08-06T12:54:52.121-07:00I haven't got a story comparable to your early...I haven't got a story comparable to your early yearning for Anais Anais (a rasping yet sweet, ubersoapy, powderfest of a floral scrubber on me today, if you don't mind my saying so), but I did have a huge crush on my English A-Level teacher, and loved to catch a whiff of her Blue Grass sillage (vintage we must infer) - in the corridor or in her vintage Renault 5 when she gave me a lift home (we were the only two people at the school who lived the other side of town).Vanessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847145282522572183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451296477223734429.post-41523894344151019782009-08-06T08:59:45.705-07:002009-08-06T08:59:45.705-07:00What fantastic writing! This is a wonderful, sensu...What fantastic writing! This is a wonderful, sensual love story, dear Scentimentalist! They should make a film of it. With sample sachets distributed to the audience at the climax.Franceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07131199250970527487noreply@blogger.com