One evening last week, I wore 1000 Flowers Réglisse Noire. Delighted by its peppery anisic notes, I thrust my wrist under my husband’s nose, demanding he smell it. He responded with “Delicious!”, so I suggested he try it too. He agreed, adding that he also spritzed on some Cèdre the day before and had been using my new shower gel.
I was thrilled by my husband’s new enthusiasm for fragrance, so when he headed to bed that night, I sprayed his pillow with Cèdre bleu cologne (this is a bedtime ritual usually performed with Roger and Gallet Green Tea).
“What are you spraying?” he asked. “Cèdre Bleu. You said you wore it the other day”. I was puzzled. Did he not remember what it smelled like? “I didn’t wear that” he answered. “I wore Cèdre.”
He did wear Cèdre. Just not the Cèdre I assumed. He wore Serge Lutens Cèdre. My husband walked the dog and ran errands wafting slap-you-upside-the-head tuberose! “Well, it said cedar on the box!” he said defensively as I laughed my ass off.*
We’re just a couple of sweet smellin’ fools!