As for the scents, what can I do but swoon?
Cannabis Santal blends beautifully on me, still rather manly but in a sweet, earthy, delicious way. I notice the patchouli more this time around, but it's not at all overpowering as it can be in some blends. The various notes just sink into my skin and get comfortable, sending out a tendril of vanilla and fresh tobacco every so often when I move. Smells fabulous under my leather jacket. Ahhh.
I have sampled Creed's unisex Millesime Imperial as well, which according to rumor is worn by royalty and celebrities all round the world, including Harrison Ford. It's a clean, fresh, expensive scent, but (thankfully, given the expense) isn't for me. I want to love lemony aquatic fragrances, but they don't want to love my chemistry. Unlike scents that blend well for me, scents that don't blend well--like this one--seem to just sit on top of my skin, gradually growing thin and stale and not doing anything interesting. I'm pleased to know what Harrison Ford smells like, but am sort of bummed, too. I hoped he'd smell like a smoky leather jacket. Oh well; he probably does when he's in his Indy costume.
I've sampled a bit of Donna Karan's Black Cashmere too, and definitely must try it by itself, full throttle, tomorrow. The bit I dabbed on my hands is fascinating me. It smells like at least three different scents that have enchanted me in nature: rockrose (labdanum), Russian olive trees in bloom, and the juniper/sage/pine campfire-like incense of the American Southwest. Cinnamon is definitely in there too. Dry, yet saved from desiccation by just that hint of blossoming desert trees and their exotic fruits. Totally unusual. Definitely not for everyone. Got to try some more to see if it really works for me, or if it's too good to be true. Am knocking on a chunk of aromatic wood.
Seriously, someday I might just plunge into the aromatherapy and perfumery worlds, and abandon this writing thing. Except when it comes time to write scent descriptions, of course.