Last week, I needed to pick up a service ticket item from the Apple store, so I walked over a few blocks to stop by Hall’s at the Country Club Plaza during the wait. They were having a men’s clothing liquidation sale to get rid of the old merchandise and bring in the new season. Brioni ties for $200+ were being sold for $50, $2,000 blazers were marked down to $500, and $400 shoes were at $100. I ambled my way through the aisles, among housewares, past the patio furniture, next to the chocolatier, searching through the bargains, and ended up in my favorite department, the fragrance area.
[mainbodyad]In another life, had I not fallen in love with finance and investing, I would have been content to spend the seven years necessary to learn the art of perfuming, and opened a shop in Paris, London, or New York, focused solely on the niche market of people who really appreciated high-end scents. I wouldn’t want to be the biggest fragrance shop, the focus would be solely on quality. I’d be much more content generating a few million dollars a year in revenue, remaining debt-free, and putting out products of which I could be extremely proud than I would be pumping out trash en masse for discount drugstores. I’d want to know my clients, do custom blendings for them, and really embrace the art side of the calling.
That is one of the reasons I’m always looking for additions to the fragrance collection. The last purchases were the bottle of Creed Sublime Vanille in mid-June from Neiman Marcus in Dallas, and Bleecker Street by Bond No. 9 back at the beginning of June or end of May from Hall’s.
I ended up buying a 100ml bottle of Washington Square, as well as some of the Bond No. 9 soap in a different scent. It has an interesting blend of tarragon, geranium, Italian bergamont, honey, purple rose, vintage amber, leather accord, musk, and vetiver. Personally, it made me think of Christmas, only with a bit more of a heavy powder so as not to be nearly as crisp and clean as Bleecker Street.
It is certainly not my favorite Bond No. 9 fragrance – that distinction thus far has to go to either 1.) the fresh, cleanness of Bleecker Street, 2.) the scent of roasted chestnuts in the I Love New York for All, or 3.) the soft, vanilla coffee of New Haarlem – but it is good. It reminds me of the holidays for some reason. There are days I wake up and it smells delightful, and other days when it is too … thick; like baby talc tufted into the air.