valentino // uomo

One thing that I’m a bit perplexed by is the fact that no matter how into gender bending and gender play I am, I sometimes find it very difficult to be perceived as more masculine than I feel. I’ll happily don a moustache, but I can’t use a hair gel meant for men because it makes me smell like a man and then I want to cry (to be fair… it made me smell like a teenage boy. Anyone would cry over that).

It’s not even that I think that women need to be feminine; for all my posturing about only liking femmes, for example, most of the girls I end up going for in the end look more like twelve year old boys than actual twelve year old boys do! I think it’s just something about scent that’s so visceral and taps into something that’s so base that it seems more like a part of your identity than just the drag you put on when you walk out the door.

So even with all that… I bought a men’s perfume! I was gobsmacked at myself and couldn’t really believe that I had found a men’s perfume that I liked (on me. More perfume on men please).

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Uomo by Valentino. It smells delicious; somehow it reminds me of Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel (another favourite of mine). They’re both quite powdery and subtle. I have no idea about anything else when it comes to perfume but the official notes for this one say it smells like bergamot, leather and coffee… I feel ya.

The tiny bottle is something they gave me when I bought it; I think the man who offered to wrap it for me was a bit embarrassed that he’d assumed it was for someone else – which is fair enough, I was wearing a full face. But I’ll never say no to anything free, especially when it’s as tiny and adorable as this bottle!

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The power of scent

I didn’t do a lot of shopping while my mum was here, even though there was a lot of running in and out of shops! The one thing I did get, though, was a bottle of Shalimar.

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As the lovely lady at Guerlain told me, this is one of the oldest scents in the world, and you can definitely tell. When I wear it, I feel like a lovely vintage vixen who would never have something so mundane as a bedroom; I only occupy boudoirs. It makes me want to roll around in lingerie on a velvet bed and smoke from a cigarette holder (and I don’t even smoke!).

This is how I imagine New Orleans would smell in the summer, and it’s making me want to go. I want to get my tarot cards out and delve deep in the unknown – as you can see, it’s having quite the effect on me! It’s rare that a scent makes me want to live out my wildest dreams, but this one does. I feel like it is just the thing you need to bring out the deep passions and ambitions you have inside.

I started a playlist with music that awakes the same beast in me. I think scent and sounds are the most important to creating a mood – a scent brings instant associations, as does music. Armed with both, you’re invincible!