Saturday, July 6, 2013

A nose for bargains

That perfume ad keeps popping up on websites lately. Jean Louis's Scherrer 2. That's Celebitchy there on my screen. My subconscious registered something familiar about it, so I looked up at my scent bottle shelf and realized I had nearly a full bottle of it. All of my scents come from yard sales or rummage stores. I paid a dollar for this bottle. It was in the box and I liked the Art Deco shape of the bottle. It reminds me of the Chrysler building. It could have smelled like piss for all I cared. I took off the top and had no need to spray it. I knew it was French. There is something about French perfume that is unmistakable. It's deeper, more eternal than other scents. I love good French perfume. I never let poverty stand in the way of owning a lot of it. It never goes bad either. I have a bottle of Chanel #5 that was made in the 50's and it's still good. This Scherrer 2 is similar in smell, though not as pricey as Chanel. Still, that's a damn good bargain. A good bottle of French perfume should last a lifetime.

I figured out a long time ago why these go in garage sales. It's because women around here make the mistake of using it like cheap cologne and gag themselves and asphyxiate their friends. The genuine French stuff is potent and should be used sparingly. I rubbed the spray opening on my wrist without spraying it at all. It smells NICE. Sometimes I put a drop on a cottonball, let it dry and then wipe it on a lightbulb. Just one. Can you imagine? I live in a Guntown shack that has Chanel #5 as an air freshener. The irony is not lost on me.

Does anyone else buy perfume at yard sales, or is that just my cheap ass? I have the best collection of expensive and beautiful soap from yard sales. I know how weird that sounds, but, think about it. People love giving homemade soap as gifts. The recipients are nearly always afraid of the lye. But, all soap is made with lye. All you have to do to check the content is touch your tounge to a bar. If it stings, the lye is not dissolved. In ten years, I've found one bar that wasn't worth keeping. One. They are always wrapped in cello and tied with raffia or ribbons like a pretty gift. They smell heavenly and usually cost a nickel or a dime. Or they're in the free box. It's astounding. I use them in my drawers, sit them here on my desk for the scent, or I wash with them. The contents are usually labeled, people are proud of what they make. So, you know if it's an oatmeal complexion bar or whatever. The goat's milk/animal fat ones are a miracle for spot removal on laundry. Way better than any of those commercial spot removers. There are even ones made for dish washing. I don't know why people are so afraid of them. Their loss is my gain. Is anyone else a scent addict? Would you use soap from a yard sale?

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

That bottle alone was worth the dollar you invested in that. You could also put that drop on the cotton ball in the dryer with your bed linens, just enough lightly on them. Too much would gag me. I can't wear perfume anymore, if somebody is wearing a heavy fragrance, especially a roses scent, I get nauseated, Bad. And a headache. Dizzy. I loved perfumes once, but can't handle it now. It seems to affect my nervous system. But that's a gorgeous bottle. I have tons of old perfume bottles, I put glitter in them, tie ribbons around them, group them together. It looks like jewelry. Lol

Dirty Disher said...

Good idea, but, I don't have or use a dryer. Clothesline only. I could rub it on the line. Heh. I HATE people who abuse scent. They are gross and tacky. I like just scented lotion for everyday. For leaving the house I usually wear a teeny tiny spritz of Avon Odyssey. I call it 'O-dicey'. It's fresh, clean and not cloying.

Axe has to be the worst thing I've smelled in years. WTF is with men and Axe? It smells like rancid pee.

Anonymous said...

Oh gag! Axe is poisonous. I've heard so many stand up comics crack jokes about it. Lol. It's really bad. But it's f'g everywhere! I think it was created for boys that would rather not shower and just mask their b.o. Lol.

Anonymous said...

I have even tied a ribbon around very small empty antique perfume bottles, glitter or sparkly Christmas snow inside, maybe tiny shells or tiny oyster shell buttons in them, and wore it as a long necklace. Unique and nobody else has one like it.

Dan Zinski said...

Some dude in my apartment bathes in Axe or some of that shit. Hallway reeks of it for an hour after he walks through. Truly disgusting. Dumb motherfucker.

Dirty Disher said...

I know about that. My son came over drunk one time. He had bathed in the shit. I nearly puked. It was all I could do to not tell him. I didn't want to hurt his feeling since he was a clean freak and a really funny drunk. I saved a bottle of it because of that memory. I would rather get crabs than open it, but, still..

Dirty Disher said...

The worst of all time is Muguet for women. It was popular in the 60's and 70's mostly with old people. I still smell that hideous crap sometimes. Scents smell slightly diff on everyone, but, this stuff smells the same on everybody. It smells just like cat pee. I think people have broken noses.

Dirty Disher said...

Crabbie get some Febreeze spray for the hall. Maybe the idiot will get the hint.

Anonymous said...

Nope, I can beat them all...a friend of mine got me a cheap SS Kresge gift set one Christmas when I was 13, Blue bottles...Evening In Paris. Oh she was so proud of that present. The stuff actually made me physically ill. Threw it away after she saw it on my dresser a few times, when the heat was off. Hello trash man, now it's your problem! Just thinking about it just now, made me nauseated. Yuck.

Anonymous said...

Every home with teenage boys smells like Axe after they shower. It's kinda a running gag, so to speak.

Dirty Disher said...

I have an EIP bottle. I love that bottle. That was the ultimate in class and sophistication when I was 12. Until I found France in an alley way before trash pickup day. LMAO!

Dirty Disher said...

LOL at 'running gag.'

Anonymous said...

Yea, the blue bottles were really cool. I wish I had saved the blue glass bottles! I'm an idiot, but I was a kid. The smell almost killed me. But the cheap blue glass, shapely bottles were pretty. I hope somebody has them. Maybe you have one of them? I'm tellin ya, I think somehow there's a circle in the world and we all find our past connections eventually, in different ways. We all touch each other. And bump into ourselves, in the process.

Anonymous said...

WTH? Delete!!!

Dirty Disher said...

I did, but, you can too by clicking the trash can icon. I liked what you said about all our connections. I think about things like that too. I don't think EIP smells that bad. It used to be sold at Woolworth's dime store. Gawd, I loved the old dime store. We had a dime store, brick streets and a popcorn cart out front with a red and white umbrella. It was pretty then. Modernazation has killed the mood.

Anonymous said...

I have a neighbor who makes soap, and it's some of the best smelling stuff in the world. And when my grandmother died, my sister took the lumps of old homemade soap that were left, lol.