MySoapyHeart
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Sometimes I feel getting fantastic fragrances is like the lottery.
I have to rely on description, reviews and sometimes just dumb luck to be able to get any fragrance oils that I love.
Testerbottles are out of the question because shipping to Norway is so insane, that it is better for me to take a chance and just get a big bottle right away, and hope for the best.
Most of the time this works out great. I spend a lot of time back and forth, reading descriptions, undertones, reviews etc. And even though I feel the description can sometimes be so way off that the fragrance should be renamed completely, I still may like the scent. Either for myself or for someone else. No biggie!
Sometimes it also depends on the skills of the company who offer the scents and the descriptions.
Sometimes the descriptions makes a scent smell a certain way in my head. Intrigueing, tempting, creating images, painting pictures.
But then you get the bottle in hand, and you just don`t know what these guys have been sniffin` lately, to be able to come up with descriptions that isn`t even close to what I smell.
I have often found myself reading a colorfull description of a scent, totally making me feel I need it in my soaps.
This scent will be the scent that fixes everything, filling the big gap in my collection that have been so empty, for so long.
I need Champagne HotTubParty in my life (totally made up name, btw...)
After waiting 4 weeks I get the bottle in the mail, take one sniff, and think to myself - Uhm, excuse me?
Then I remind myself to never judge a scent untill it has been soaped, cut and cured.
So I do the steps, let the soap go through a long cure before deciding anything. Scents can morph. They really can.
I lift up a bar and my eyes get this surprized look of disbelief. Well, I can`t be completely sure, I don`t usually stand in front of my hallway mirror the very first time I take a whiff of a new scent.
But in my head I have this look.
I start to think; This is what champagne bubbles, snow and fresh air are supposed to smell like? On what planet? Did fry from Planet Express deliver this package by mistake? Should it had been delivered to Mars and someone else got my fragrance?
I sniff again.
Where are the undertones you promised me?! *shaking fist at the description, who knew this was coming and hid under the couch, shaking, and dripping with lies, deceit and false promises*
Where are the bubbly untertones of a soft waterfall, Tiare flowers and golden citrus?
Where is the tartness from Carambole and softness from the white musk hiding? Under the bed?
And exactly where did the powdery notes from the newlyweds of Patchouli and sweet vanillabeans go? Were they held up in customs?
I shake my head.
Where can I find this soft air that was going to stroke my nostrils, whilst taking me back to the summer evenings of my dreams, with floral dresses, blond highlights, no lovehandles, and classy flip-flops from Prada? Were they arrested for trespassing? Will they show up later, at least?
All I can smell are those... hanging, fake, green plastic grapes that hung by the window in my childhood home in the 70`s. The ones that became so soft and squishy in the warm sunlight, whilst oozing the familiar scent of old plastic and flaky green paint. Ah memories...
Also pinching my nose like an uncomfortable itch, are the undertones of over-ripened pinapples dripping with brine, 2 big pieces of Hubba Bubba chewing gum, Vicks VapouRub, a crumbled cookiemonster, 1 pine tree set on fire while holding a cinnamon stick, and finally rounding everything off with a lingering undertone of a cheap rubberststamp.
Champagne HotTubParty - you lied to me. We can`t be friends.
But then again, it all could be just my nose...
I have to rely on description, reviews and sometimes just dumb luck to be able to get any fragrance oils that I love.
Testerbottles are out of the question because shipping to Norway is so insane, that it is better for me to take a chance and just get a big bottle right away, and hope for the best.
Most of the time this works out great. I spend a lot of time back and forth, reading descriptions, undertones, reviews etc. And even though I feel the description can sometimes be so way off that the fragrance should be renamed completely, I still may like the scent. Either for myself or for someone else. No biggie!
Sometimes it also depends on the skills of the company who offer the scents and the descriptions.
Sometimes the descriptions makes a scent smell a certain way in my head. Intrigueing, tempting, creating images, painting pictures.
But then you get the bottle in hand, and you just don`t know what these guys have been sniffin` lately, to be able to come up with descriptions that isn`t even close to what I smell.
I have often found myself reading a colorfull description of a scent, totally making me feel I need it in my soaps.
This scent will be the scent that fixes everything, filling the big gap in my collection that have been so empty, for so long.
I need Champagne HotTubParty in my life (totally made up name, btw...)
After waiting 4 weeks I get the bottle in the mail, take one sniff, and think to myself - Uhm, excuse me?
Then I remind myself to never judge a scent untill it has been soaped, cut and cured.
So I do the steps, let the soap go through a long cure before deciding anything. Scents can morph. They really can.
I lift up a bar and my eyes get this surprized look of disbelief. Well, I can`t be completely sure, I don`t usually stand in front of my hallway mirror the very first time I take a whiff of a new scent.
But in my head I have this look.
I start to think; This is what champagne bubbles, snow and fresh air are supposed to smell like? On what planet? Did fry from Planet Express deliver this package by mistake? Should it had been delivered to Mars and someone else got my fragrance?
I sniff again.
Where are the undertones you promised me?! *shaking fist at the description, who knew this was coming and hid under the couch, shaking, and dripping with lies, deceit and false promises*
Where are the bubbly untertones of a soft waterfall, Tiare flowers and golden citrus?
Where is the tartness from Carambole and softness from the white musk hiding? Under the bed?
And exactly where did the powdery notes from the newlyweds of Patchouli and sweet vanillabeans go? Were they held up in customs?
I shake my head.
Where can I find this soft air that was going to stroke my nostrils, whilst taking me back to the summer evenings of my dreams, with floral dresses, blond highlights, no lovehandles, and classy flip-flops from Prada? Were they arrested for trespassing? Will they show up later, at least?
All I can smell are those... hanging, fake, green plastic grapes that hung by the window in my childhood home in the 70`s. The ones that became so soft and squishy in the warm sunlight, whilst oozing the familiar scent of old plastic and flaky green paint. Ah memories...
Also pinching my nose like an uncomfortable itch, are the undertones of over-ripened pinapples dripping with brine, 2 big pieces of Hubba Bubba chewing gum, Vicks VapouRub, a crumbled cookiemonster, 1 pine tree set on fire while holding a cinnamon stick, and finally rounding everything off with a lingering undertone of a cheap rubberststamp.
Champagne HotTubParty - you lied to me. We can`t be friends.
But then again, it all could be just my nose...
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Lots of the scent descriptions I've read are so way 'out there' that I often wonder if the people who make them up aren't in actuality students sitting in a creative writing class who, for extra credit, are given the name of a scent and asked to write a description about it, but without ever having smelled it. lol
