I have never really been a big wearer of perfume. In fact, it is only in recent years that I find myself remembering to sprints something on before leaving in the morning. Okay, I say recent years, I mean recent weeks. And that is all because of three little cream and black boxes. – or Jo Malone. I mean Jo Malone.
I first started trying Jo Malone when I was around 6 years old and my sister would have this mysterious glass bottle in her handbag that I would inevitably steal to try for myself. And then one day, she gave me the ends of a bottle and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I relished every last drop of the bottle for as long as I possibly could, and then I just saved the bottle because I felt so unbelievably lucky to have even a hint of the smell on me.
And then it ran out and I stopped wearing perfume. To be fair, at this point I was about 10 years old and you were lucky if I even wore deodorant.
However around my 16th birthday, my sister was at my parents house wishing me happy birthday and handing me over my very own cream and black bag with a big smile on her face. It was never a secret of how much I had adored wearing her perfume as I would still dip into her handbag, even at 15, to steal some of the scent.
I can remember opening the small bag and finding the box, and then opening the box and seeing a full bottle of Jo Malone Pomegranate Nior. I remember feeling so over joyed and excited about something so small and couldn’t really understand why – after all it was just a perfume. But I cherished it. I would only ever wear it on special occasions and I vowed I would make it last. So when it finished, you can imagine my upset. Although, with it being two years old it was probably about time it ran out.
And then I went to Uganda and the only scent I can really remember from the trip is the smell of dirt tracks going up my nose. FYI Michelle sent me the end of a bottle of perfume when I was in Uganda and myself along with the other girls in the house would have a spray for special occasions and it would remind me of being 10 years old all over again.
So fast forward almost four years. I am home from Uganda and I have since bought myself Jo Malone perfume. In fact, I bought my very first bottle with my own money when I was 20 years old and down in London with Greg. We had been wandering around and I was determined to find a smell that wasn’t just my sisters, so nipped into the London store and tried almost every single one before deciding on nectarine blossom and honey.
This perfume is on the other end of the scale with pomegranate noir with such a sweet and light scent, but I loved it. And in fact still do which is why when my big brother handed me a cream bag with a ribbon wrapped round it I almost squealed when I found a replacement. It was as if I had found my own signature in the Jo Malone shop. It even goes beautifully with my other scents mixed – because you can do that with the brand.
So you can imagine my heartbreak when, en route to Barcelona, I realised I had forgotten my perfume. But never fear, duty free to the rescue. And I discover, yet another scent to add to my collection. This time another completely different smell from the other two, lime, basil and mandarin. I don’t really know how to describe it other than a real mix. There are clear hints of everything but somehow they work incredibly well together. And now every time I smell it, I am reminded of walking down the La Rambla hand in hand with Greg.
And that is the story of my Jo Malone perfumes – do you have any signature scents? Or are there any Jo Malone smells you think I should try out next?