On pay day it is natural to want to buy something – the fruit of your labors. So while grimly moving like a pike through the murky epistemological lake of Yokohama on my way to and back from exam classes, I was fetishizing / calculating some feasible perfume purchases I had set my sights on previously (sometimes one has to keep a luxury splurge secret from one’s partner -especially if certain agreements have been made ( but isn’t that, in a way, part of the point of a ‘luxury purchase’? The ‘secret indulgence’?)
In truth I don’t frequently do this. I get sent enough freebies to freshen the collection, and just can’t mentally digest spending the amounts that niche houses would have you shed ( in Japan, with import and consumption taxes, prices get fantastically elevated), and yet I still found myself today unimaginatively craving either a 15 ml ( too tiny !) or 50ml ( too expensive !) bottle of Heretic’s green viperish Dirty Grass.
I could have just said fuck it, and bought it blind. But at about ¥32,000 I think that would have been somewhat foolish. I know myself too well : when it comes to wearing perfume I am extraordinarily fussy. If something isn’t right – an extraneous synthetic here, even a smidgen of fake sandalwood there, I will instinctively just not ever ‘reach for ‘ it.
Perfume is internal. It has to chime true with you, feel authentic in some way, be pleasurable all the way through even generously allowing for some unneeded glitches – I am not sure I entirely enjoyed the coriander / galbanun / violet leaf opening of this all natural, bitter earth vetiver ( although part of me did); once it settled down a little, however, this started to feel familiarly like a me scent.
But too much so. I have made vetiver blends myself at home whose conclusions smelled EXACTLY THE SAME as this perfume. Some of the ingredients are certainly quite costly – I have bought both galbanum resin and violet leaf absolute before from a specialist aromatherapy shop in Omotesando, Tokyo, but I am still, as I ride the bus home looking forward to some home cooking, quite pleased that I didn’t just waste my money on buying something luxurious for the sake of doing it and not thinking it through properly. Sometimes, for the sake of proper satisfaction, it is better to smell deeply, stop and analyze: hesitate.