Some girls have a fragrance they’ve worn since high school; others have a prized collections of perfumes that they pick up for different occasions—you know, one for spring, one for summer, one for a night out. I, on the other hand, have a two-year love affair with a scent: I fall head-over-heels for a bottle and it comes to be "my" smell. Inexplicably, right around that second anniversary, the spell is broken. The smell repulses me. As a teen, I was seduced by Clinique Happy, Gucci Rush and Michael Kors MK. College was spent with Stella McCartney and Le Labo Rose 31. But for the last couple years I've been single—fragrance-free, that is. Until I met Byredo's Accord Oud over winter break. It's musky, woody, heady and very sexy. It's something Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg might have shared. Except in my case, this relationship might last.
01.05.11 / The Review