If you're rather girlie at heart, try Dior's Diorissimo (kind of lily of the valley lovely).
Dear Mathnut, at any one time, sniff up to 4 fragrances on those strips of white paper. Then choose your favourite two and try them one on each wrist. Even if the sales assistant is holding onto your cardigan, shrug out of it and run away for a few hours. Sniff at your wrists once every half an hour or so -- to see if you like what develops.
Do this as many times as you can stand it and you'll eventually find your new favourite(s). Good luck, sweets.
Unca Max, either the women you romp with are a bit strange or your imagination takes trips of fancy. Can you really make out the smell of cashmere and silk?
Tell me, women of EF, which of you wears cashmere pullovers and silk stockings in the forest?
Catch me! Those things are expensive ... and I tend to forget all about my clothes in the forest, so can't be doing with anything that needs gentle treatment either.
But back to MathNut's dilema... Scent depents on your personality and the mood you're trying to create... I used to love the light zingy ones like clinique Happy... till I developed an allergy.. Now I have something a bit more mmmhhh oriental for nights out and lighter for day time. Like make-up and clothes it should only accentuate you're natural beauty rather than take over the show.
I know of one very nice shop in Zurich and they will fill little tester bottles of the ones you liked to take home and think about... (do I get the free lunch now ) so usually I pick two or three get the small bottles and wear them and see what I like..
It's not the fabrics themselves, but sensing the heat through them
Anyway, the rules of attraction are such that one senses / smells someone attractive to you long before you can identify what they smell of. Once you get close, then you'll know. It won't be out of a bottle, either. Nature has developed a superior perfume which is only dulled by products. Hence the forest reference.
Walking through airports or busy shopping areas is like thousands of little sensory bombs exploding in your brain. It can be quite disorientating, made foul by manufactured lotions and potions interupting the pleasure of a mixed gene pool. Whether one is atuned to those explosions is down to your antenae... again, hence the reference to the smoky musk and decay of the forest. GrrOWlll....
Cashmere is the latest yarn to knit from, so lovely.
I just remembered Body Shop used to offer a few not so expensive bottles for you to make your own signature mix. I think it's a cool idea. They used to have about 15 essential oils, you mixed them. Or, they selled 5 in a discounted kit and you mixed them up, according to your mood, etc.
And, nothing beats their White Mus k.
I do agree with UM, the natural smell being the biggest afrodisiac. With a swig of beer before, yeah.
Btw, don't the stand up pishing guys have their jeans or pants pished on? Even tiny droplets can make one smell like a goat.