I sometimes probably give the impression that I am constantly dripping in gilded vintage parfum like the queen of Sheba. Not the case. While I do obviously adore scoping the joints and finding these delightful forgotten and forbidden creations, what I actually wear, on a daily basis, is often far more mundane. Comforting. Like my clothes – easy, relaxed; natural. On Saturday night, shopping with the D in Jiyugaoka, home of plenty an overpriced vintage (Guerlain, Rochas, Chanel) I came home instead with this pleasing, inexpensive and unthreatening creation that I found in one of those trendy, Tokyoite home furnishings store – a scent I had never even heard of before: Barr St Louis. Ostensibly a blend of ‘milk, vanilla, oatmeal, and vetiver’, in reality this comforting concoction comes across more as a sweetened-just-to-the-right-level cedar/fig/coconut – one of those scents you can slip on as easily and unthinkingly as a pair of jeans. As with the perfume I featured yesterday, Poudre De Riz by Huitième Art, or my beloved Noix De Coco by Yves Rocher, this is what I think of as my functional perfumery: a pleasing glow; a nice smell; an everyday sweet uplifting aura. My long forgotten Parisian treasures I keep housed and yearned for in my antique Japanese cabinets. My simple scents get worn on the skin.