Making Scents of Myself
I've
always wanted to Warhol myself.
As cliche as it may sound (and it's soooo cliche), I'm a firm believer that scents say a ton about one's personality and attitude. I've always been drawn to musky, treehugger-y blends—not because I'm a greasy hippie, but because I like to think of myself as a free spirit, and I suppose patchouli-based fragrances provide a non-offensive way of releasing my inner bra burner. Is that weird?
This doesn't mean I don't also get excited about mainstream fragrances. While I admittedly haven't purchased a celebrity perfume since Electric Youth, I used to spray Ralph Lauren Romance like a champ in college, and high school was a migraine-making blur of Sunflowers and Vanilla Fields. These days, Bond No. 9 is probably my favorite "big" brand of fragrances. I'm partial to 'Fire Island,' because it reminds me of the beach. (OK, I just looked it up on their website so I could show you and learned that Fire Island is a men's cologne. Good times.)
All this is to tell you: I just read that Bond No. 9 is releasing a series of scents inspired by Andy Warhol this December. Maybe it's because I rented Factory Girl just last week, but I think that's pretty freaking cool. (Basenotes.net)