Nobody makes their own perfumes. Nobody. Not Giorgio Armani, not Stella McCartney, not Paris Hilton. It's the big dirty secret of the fragrance world, and one which they expend millions of dollars on marketing to make sure you never realise. Brands, whether they be Thierry Mugler or Britney Spears send what's known as "briefs" to one of ten very big and very powerful scent labs such as Coty or IFF (who also make the scents in your detergent and in your Febreeze).
The briefs describe the perfume, and can be as simple and direct as "A fig scent, with tuberose and vetiver, not too soapy." Or they can be as whimsical as the brief for Flower by Kenzo, which asked for a perfume that melded Marc Riboud's famous photograph of a girl holding out a flower to a soldier with a gun and fixed bayonet with the scent of Kenzo's favourite flower, the poppy. A poppy has no scent. So the perfume lab asked Alberto Morillas (who also made CK One and Armani's Acqua di Gio, among many others) to chemically "imagine" what a poppy might smell like. Morillas duly produces three variations on this odd idea, Kenzo picks the one they like best, and then market that stuff like nobody's business. The same exact process happens for perfumes that are sold under celebrity brands. The perfumer that made Britney Spears' Midnight Fantasy also made Badgley Mischka Couture. Interestingly enough, Midnight Fantasy uses more costly ingredients than the Mischka.
So it's laughably silly to pretend that preferring YSL's Parisienne to Avril Lavigne's Black Star is somehow about the quality of the perfume or the skill of the people who designed it. Love your perfume, no matter who's marketing it.
I will confess my love of Glow By JLo. But I always ask for it for a gift, then I never have to ask for it at the store. My mom has no clue to be embarrassed asking for it.
Freshman year of college, a friends' mom sent her a care package that included the Britney Spears fragrance and the Paris Hilton fragrance. Said friend really like the Paris Hilton one, but said that the Britney Spears one smelled like "baby prostitutes."
I think it is a little embarrassing to be buying some of these things. In my experiences smelling these things celebrity fragrences tend to be really unbalanced because these people don't know what they're doing. They want it to smell like cupcakes! vanilla! flowers! fruit! ZOMG everything at once!!!They also tend to be packaged in ugly, gaudy bottles. I don't want to play with a toy, and I want to smell like an adult.
Confession: I used to wear SJP's PINK fragrance...I would smell it in magazine inserts and went crazy for the scent. When I found out it was by a celebrity, I resisted buying it. I am glad I finally gave in. It is delicious.
I never understood the appeal of wearing a scent "by" some random celeb who knows nothing about creating a scent.
That said, the fragrance industry is very interesting. I had a friend who worked for IFF (Int'l Flavors and Fragrances). I no how creative (the noses) and marketing worked together (or not) to launch a fragrance.
@nyc-caribbean-ragazza: I wear whatever scent smells good to me.I don't care who did it. I have Paris Hilton by Paris Hilton, next to it on my shelf are Tommy Girl, Bvlgari Au The Rouge, and Nollie (from Pac Sun).
It matters to me. If I'm going to pay more for something because of an endorsement then I like that person to have some kind of expertise in that arena...not just slap their name on it.
It's the same reason I don't own cookbooks by Sandra Lee. Not because I have an issue with celeb chefs (I own books by Mario Batali, Ina Gartner, Giada De Laurentiis, etc.) but because I don't think she can cook.
Marketing exists for a reason. Some of the celeb marketing works and for others it's a turn off.
I'm not a fan of Paris so why would I buy her perfume?
@nyc-caribbean-ragazza: Yeah, I totally get that. I didn't know people paid more just because of an endorsement. I live in Las Vegas, and when you cash your checks at casinos, or rack up gambling points, they just GIVE that crap away. I got a Paris Hilton perfume, and I wasn't going to NOT use it just because it had her name on it, and it smells good (unlike her other ones).
But yeah, I can totally see people not wanting to shell out money, supporting someone or a brand that they don't like.
I'm still laughing from yesterday. Also I gotta weigh in on the "period poop" phenomenon. This only recently started happening to me. It really is awful, hastily removing a tampon before all hell breaks loose. And it always ends the same way, to borrow a fitting phrase coined by my sister: the milliwipe. You know, where you have to sit there and wipe and wipe and wipe and finally your butt hurts and you're like "fuck this." Oh the humanity! I tried using baby wipes for a while when this happened, but then I saw blood (blood!!) on the wipe and gave up. There really is no happy medium here. Either you leave the bathroom frustrated and aware of the fact that there is still an errant trace of feces in there, or you leave the bathroom tired and sore. Gotta love the menses, yo.
Gosh, if I suspect my SO of stinking up the bedroom, I'll probably just sit on his head and try to squeeze out a worse one! Laughing the whole while of course.
Normally he isn't sly about it anyway, he likes to do it really loud and on one of my body parts preferably.
I grew up with my Dad and my brother, who are both major walking gas bombs. I finally made a rule that they couldn't fart in the kitchen, just so I could have some fresh air! So when my brother was telling me about the woman he was dating and he said that she has very little sense of smell, I told him it was fate (they've been married 5 years).
I can burp like my brother and Dad, but refuse to fart like them. I just can't. Mr. Shasse will walk away from me or look me in the eye and announce that he feels like my brother. That gives me time to run away.
I ain't no lady, but I have always thought it to be sufficient etiquette in such instances to slide the emitting ass to the edge of the bed, lift the covers, poot into the large and diluting ocean of air that is the room, wait a beat, and then come back under the covers. Anyone for whom this is insufficiently considerate ("You should have gone out of the house and run down the block, or held it in until you exploded!") is disqualified from a return engagement. (Usually.)
@purefog: A fine tactic unless your side of the bed is against the wall. Mr. Glass is not against the wall, nor does he try to deliver his presents to freedom. He prefers to let his business infiltrate the entire bed, and subscribes to the idea that there are only 2 kinds of farts, one's own and anyone else's. Naturally he is immune to the former. I am not. Floofing ensues.
So what do y'all do about farting in bed? I lift the covers up and floof it out, but Mr. Glass thinks it's uncouth to do so. He prefers to wallow, I guess. What do you ladies do?
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The briefs describe the perfume, and can be as simple and direct as "A fig scent, with tuberose and vetiver, not too soapy." Or they can be as whimsical as the brief for Flower by Kenzo, which asked for a perfume that melded Marc Riboud's famous photograph of a girl holding out a flower to a soldier with a gun and fixed bayonet with the scent of Kenzo's favourite flower, the poppy. A poppy has no scent. So the perfume lab asked Alberto Morillas (who also made CK One and Armani's Acqua di Gio, among many others) to chemically "imagine" what a poppy might smell like. Morillas duly produces three variations on this odd idea, Kenzo picks the one they like best, and then market that stuff like nobody's business. The same exact process happens for perfumes that are sold under celebrity brands. The perfumer that made Britney Spears' Midnight Fantasy also made Badgley Mischka Couture. Interestingly enough, Midnight Fantasy uses more costly ingredients than the Mischka.
So it's laughably silly to pretend that preferring YSL's Parisienne to Avril Lavigne's Black Star is somehow about the quality of the perfume or the skill of the people who designed it. Love your perfume, no matter who's marketing it.
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Also, I think being a perfume designer would be such a fascinating job.
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I never understood the appeal of wearing a scent "by" some random celeb who knows nothing about creating a scent.
That said, the fragrance industry is very interesting. I had a friend who worked for IFF (Int'l Flavors and Fragrances). I no how creative (the noses) and marketing worked together (or not) to launch a fragrance.
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Why should it matter where it came from?
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It matters to me. If I'm going to pay more for something because of an endorsement then I like that person to have some kind of expertise in that arena...not just slap their name on it.
It's the same reason I don't own cookbooks by Sandra Lee. Not because I have an issue with celeb chefs (I own books by Mario Batali, Ina Gartner, Giada De Laurentiis, etc.) but because I don't think she can cook.
Marketing exists for a reason. Some of the celeb marketing works and for others it's a turn off.
I'm not a fan of Paris so why would I buy her perfume?
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But yeah, I can totally see people not wanting to shell out money, supporting someone or a brand that they don't like.
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Normally he isn't sly about it anyway, he likes to do it really loud and on one of my body parts preferably.
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I can burp like my brother and Dad, but refuse to fart like them. I just can't. Mr. Shasse will walk away from me or look me in the eye and announce that he feels like my brother. That gives me time to run away.
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