Here's an interesting idea! Let's play out the scenarios that pop into YOUR mind when you think abt a particular fragrance. I'll go first!

I was 19, went out clubbing, drinking until I vomited all over myself and the girl I was talking to carried me home.

Versace Eros.

Guerlain - L’Heure Bleue

Standing at an open window, in a house atop a hill with a view over the Mediterranean. Late summer, the heat and humidity hang in the air, but the evenings are getting darker. Outside, a single bird sings a night song, and the smell of flowers drifts in through the window, thick and warm on the night air.

Narciso Rodriguez - Eau Poudrée

After a bath, wrapped in the softest cashmere cardigan, sitting indoors on a cold day. Curled up on a plush sofa, sinking into the deep velvety cushions, having decided to stay home instead of accepting an invitation to a party.

Miller Harris - Noix de Tubéreuse

The guest of honour at your own birthday party, in an Italian garden. Canapés, champagne, a jazz band, and a bright pink dress.

CkOne -

Thirteen years old, leafing through fashion magazines in a suburban bedroom covered in Take That posters. Marvelling at the impossibly glamorous lives of wealthy Californian teenagers, and wondering wistfully whether your pocket money will stretch to a new pair of jeans.

Thierry Mugler - Angel

A cartoon dreamland, where the clouds are candyfloss and the trees are lollipops.

L'Air du Désert Marocain

I’ve returned home from a long trip through the relentless desert. The sun is setting, and there’s already a fire keeping the camp safe and well fed. The salt from the day’s perspiration is glistening on my skin, dried to my forehead above my squinted, tired eyes. I’m pleased to find my wife waiting for me in our tent, beckoning me with her familiar loving embrace. Her sweetness is heightened by the pastries we enjoy together, reconnecting under the vast, starry night sky. It’s been far too long.

De Profundis: At Buck House ceremony to be invested by the Queen with an MBE (I'm not British and my life is completely void of distinction).

De Profundis is almost Victorian in its ability to capture and radiate solemnity and formality. Yet it is not a heavy scent. Its almost green topnote rises out of a dew wet earth planted with chrysanthemums... a serious scent and decidedly, A Perfume. Earthy, green, chrysanthemum, incense, some violet (I smell more faint lilac or muguet). Stately. Deep. Serious. Penetrating. The top note is amazing. Not for the young. The opera, a state dinner, a solemn Eucharist, a board meeting. A quiet, second wedding. A funeral. A scent for cool weather and gray days with intermittent sun. It is the smell of profound humility, rich and sacred. A grave and serious beauty.

Mon Précieux Nectar: As Angels carry me to heaven, they breathe clouds of this on me. They can also accompany alive me down the street.

Encens Mythique d'Orient : This perfume is an Orientalist threesome. Anything I do wearing it can't top that. I can wear it anyplace, anywhere. Fragrance for life.

A Lab on Fire Sweet Dreams 2003: Simultaneously sunny, earthy, floral and bright.

While I feel fresh and clean and mentally uplifted by the bergamot and petitgrain, twinning it with castoreum sends me a different mental image, one of rolling naked in the soft dirt of a bitter orange grove with a bit of jasmine crushed between two bodies. Lolling in the warm, moist earth, playfully wrestling and teasingly touching my equally naked lover, until we're caked head to toe with fragrant dirt, every inch. We grab some neroli leaves and try to clean each other off, but it's useless. We run across the lawn to the outdoor shower of our nearby villa before we can even think of making love. We then linger in the hot tub, drinking Montepulciano and feeding each other little bites of small plates our cook/butler served us.

M. Micallef Ylang. I'm wearing a charmeuse dress of this color, but it's a more casual spaghetti strap number. It's twilight and I'm partying on a yacht.

It's a cool autumn afternoon, cold enough for layers but not quite cold enough for a heavy jacket. It was raining earlier and the ground is just starting to dry. The sky is still overcast while I'm sitting on a bench looking down and the wet concrete.

Narciso Rodriguez For Him