Travel madness and samples
Image: Q Hotel, Berlin
That darned volcano wreaked havoc on my travel schedule. My flight to Berlin last Friday was cancelled, so I had to book it to the Hauptbahnhof to snag a ticket for the 8-hour journey.
I treated myself just this once to a first-class ticket, thinking that I would be able to get some shut eye. I was wrong. Lesson learned: Folks in first class are just as loud and ghetto as everyone else. They’re just loud and ghetto in business suits.
While in Berlin I visited a small perfumery (which used synthetics, not that there’s anything wrong if that’s what you like) and bought some samples to compare with mine. Just to make sure I wasn’t biased toward my perfumes (I thought mine were infinitely better, so there:-)) I had a non-perfumey-ish friend do a blind test, comparing a store scent with the one I made last week. Both had similar notes. The friend said that the perfume from the shop reminded one of a “hotel room” and that mine was “emotional,” conjuring up colors such as red and brown and thoughts of Asia and Africa.
I swooned.
I needed to hear that. I needed to hear that the thoughts I hold when I make a scent transfer.
I’m not sure if I’m getting it right, but at least I’m getting it.
By the way, if you requested samples, they’re going in the mail tomorrow.