Perfumes are so evocative of times and places, no?
Seems like my taste and "favorites" mutate through time.
When I turned eleven, my mother gave me a bottle of "Apres L'Ondee", a classic which I really am not that fond of anymore. When I was 13, my mother (who was evidently responsible for my own perfume gene) gave me a bottle of L'air du Temps. I can't smell either scent anymore without thinking of my early teenage years.
And so it goes - the 70's for me were Sikkim de Lancome (discontinued, still fabulous) and huge wafting clouds of Chloe, which sooo nauseates me now.
The 80's were Opium and Poison (the original Poison). I'll always love spicy orientals like Opium, but the original Poison, bleah, not so much.
The 90's were Chloe Narcisse (which has morphed into cloying headache central for me now) and my still much loved Hypnotic Poison.
The 2000's so far have been the decade of Thierry Mugler - Angel, Angel Pivoine (Peony) and my favorite, Alien. Donna Karan's Black Cashmere and Ambre Narguile from the Hermessence collection in Winter. L'Or de Torrente and Betsey Johnson in summer.
