This week I’m moving and so is my perfume. Eek. It’s summer and there is a risk involved: cooking the bottles. There was a sad post in Bois de Jasmin (called Does it Spark Joy?) that detailed Lauren’s loss of her perfume collection because she moved in July to a southern state and her stash sizzled in the heat and was largely destroyed.
You get the picture.
Now I’ve never been perfectly organized when it comes to my perfumes. I don’t rotate and display them in a lovely feminine hat box they way Mals at The Muse in Wooden Shoes does, and I have not got the impressive methodology and discipline of Undina. While I’m not a slob,, exactly, my samples tend to lead a free wheeling existence in old plastic bags labeled by perfume variety. If it says Oriental on the outside, then the likelihood is that Orientals reside on the inside-mostly. That is, unless I forgot what I was doing and dropped a floral aldehyde in there by mistake, the way I did with Neil Morris’ Le Parfum C’est Ma Vie, which I now can’t find at all, dammit! Or – oh wait, what is that rolling around on the floor?
So there has been attrition already among the samples. I’ll just bet some got packed in handbags (I switch handbags. Then forget what I zipped into various compartments of aforementioned handbags. You’d be amazed at what has turned up, LEs of Guerlains while digging for cab fare in downtown Manhattan.”Yay! I just found Oriental Brulant!” “Yeah, lady? I can’t find a green light on Seventh!”)
The real worry though is the bottles themselves. I box everything and then I put everything in a cooler. Seriously. Also I have a fridge up and running on the other end to receive the perfume, and if anything goes wrong everything goes down to the cellar into the wine cellar. (Okay, they’re just a bunch of wooden shelves, but it’s the temperature and not the carpentry that counts).
Other perfume travelers in their box
mishaps and breakages.
One way or another all of it will get to the new house and I’m optimistic on the whole (when not imagining disasters). After all, I’m moving North, not South, and things ought not to get too disorderly.
Now if only I could figure out a good way of transporting the cat….