Some people, actually ALL people go shopping to buy stuff. I go shopping to sniff. Perfumes. That’s right. My name is Marya and I am a pefumaholic.
There are three places that I must visit if I am pretending to be shopping, preferably without a complaining husband and kids in tow. Bookstores, takeaway, and perfume counter of Myer. I love to go around sniffing and I like to do this as a hobby. While doing this, I don’t wear any perfume myself, which alerts hubby well in advance. This is done to try 4 scents on skin – which is really the best way to do it.
I begin my quest by immediately going to new releases, and work my way to the back. By the time I reach the end, I have usually accumulated about half-dozen testing strips. When I can not hold them in my hands anymore, I start putting them away in different pockets of my handbag so as not to mix their scents of course. I also like to carry a large-sized bag with the most pockets. Usually I cannot stand bags like these as it is almost impossible to find anything in there.
At one time, I was seriously worried that the sales people have started to recognize me. I bet they don’t have many women casually striding in, sniffing insane number of perfumes, and leave without buying any. Most people go in, ask for recommendations and buy the scent, either to be given away as a present or in rare cases for themselves. I also buy perfume to be given away as gifts, to myself. With me, the sales assistants are totally baffled, they haven’t figured me out as yet, and don’t quite know what I want. I am glad. I go just to admire the pretty scents, and the pretty bottles, and later at home will decide if I like any enough to purchase ONLINE. If the SA’s know, they surely hate me by now.
While we are confessing today, I shall confess that I know all fragrances by most major brands, can recognize their bottle and also identify the smell with my eyes closed. If all else fails, maybe I can find a job of a sniff dog with the police. They will surely appreciate my talents.