The One: Perfume


I’ve always felt quite drawn to scents. I feel as though scents can often be quite personal and conjure certain emotions or bring up memories from just a whiff. Personally, I think thats quite beautiful and there’s a nostalgia within that always keeps me reaching for perfume bottles. Tresór by Lancôme always reminds me of my mom when I was little. Every time I smell it i’m brought back to the memory of laying on her bed before school, watching her sit at her dressing table, applying her face for the day. I always thought it was so grown up: her sitting perfecting her make up, putting her hair in the right place with some spray, getting her jewellery on and then that final touch with a spritz of perfume. Tresor reminds me of that.

I could list multiple scents and the memories or people they remind me of – but I won’t ramble. I remember someone once noting that they loved a scent by Dior however, it didn’t suit their skin. I heard this when I was about twelve and thought it rather bizarre. How can a scent not suit your skin? It’s not a shade of make up. A few Christmas’ later I suddenly realised what they meant. I was gifted Lola by Marc Jacobs. I already had, and loved, Marc Jacobs Daisy and Daisy Au so Fresh (which I still reach for now) but had mentioned I wanted to try one of his other fragrances. Lola was the one I tried and although I absolutely loved the scent, it just didn’t fit me. It wasn’t the heavenly scent I had smelt on my friend or even on the slip of card at the perfume counter. In all honesty, it was quite nauseating. 

Now, many years later, I feel as though I have really got to grips with what scents compliment me as well as what I personally like to wear. I like light floral scents with a musky and woodsy undertones. I love oud and patchouli, but at the same time love orchid and vanilla too. Regardless of this, nothing could of prepared me for the scent I now come to wear everyday -and that is no lie. Even if I’m spending the day in my pyjamas, sick in bed, I still spritz this perfume. 

Yes, as that header said – Sun, by Lush. I remember when I first smelt this scent. I was in Lush with one of my best friends, Hannah, trialling every lush scent in front of us when a shop assistant came over and offered her help. She pointed out her favourite scent, Sun, and explained it was a citrusy scent. I immediately turned up my nose. I strongly dislike citrus things however, Hannah gave it a go, and ended up buying a bottle. Later that evening, as we were devouring our Five guys burgers I caught a whiff of this heavenly scent -practically climbing over the table, I discovered it was Hannah’s new perfume. The citrus one that I had turned my nose up at. I turned out to love the scent, it was amazing and a couple months later Hannah grabbed me a small bottle of it for the following Christmas which I ended up carrying everywhere with me in my bag. Within a few months I’d used it all, and got another. Again, a few months later that bottle was gone. This pattern happened again and again until my birthday rolled around in the following October: when my friends got me a big bottle and in my mind I had made the ultimate commitment to this perfume as the everyday one. It was the one

I have also purchased the solid form of this perfume. In a compact little tub, it’s ideal to throw in my bag and touch up during the day. I also recently learnt that you can warm some with your finger tips and run it through the ends of your hair for that extra touch. I really love the ideal of that, especially when you consider the fact that every time you move that scent will stir and be heavenly again. 

Sun is, as I have already mentioned, strongly citrus. Made with Brazilian Orange oil and Sandalwood oil it is of course, incredibly strong in terms of citrus however, quickly mutes into a subtle scent that lifts the spirits. It very much is what I’d call a ‘happy scent’ – the type of scent you smell and have a little smile on your face as you feel giddy from the infusion. It truly is a beautiful scent and although I really want to try more Lush fragrances, I truly am content with this one. My one perfume go-to. 

Do you have one perfume that is your solid go-to? If so, what is it? 
Cheerio for now! 

The Great Escape

**I’m sharing this purely to reminisce happier memories. If you’re struggling with or finding isolation hard than I wouldn’t recommend reading or looking at the pictures on this post; due to the fact that I do lust a little over our experience camping in Wales and the great outdoors in general. I apologise if this isn’t the content that you want to be consuming at the moment however, I just have been meaning to share my photos for awhile and this is the first chance that I have had. Enjoy!

Last summer, my boyfriend decided that it was time for us to take the next big step – investing in our first property… a tent. Maybe that’s a bit anti-climactic for you reading this but for us it was terribly exciting. The only problem was trying to then find a slot of time available in both our calendars to be able to get away and use it.

Although, I am chronically ill and very much reliant on those around me, I still try to do what I can. As any Spoonie knows, pushing our bodies is about the worst thing we can do however, we do sometimes fall prey to it and it inevitably comes back to bite us in the ass. I feel like that had been me for much of last year. Just about the time when I felt like I was getting my head above water, I thought I could do something and then bam -back to hibernation I had to go. And I won’t go into the details of my living arrangements here but after going through the motions of a nomadic lifestyle, along with the emotions that come with that I was beyond ready to get away.

Me and the Bearded Boyfriend toyed around with a lot of different areas to take the new tent to but we quickly decided to head back to Brecon Beacons, Wales. Somewhere that is both familiar to us and somewhere we both love. So, late August we played Tetris: Car Edition and set off for Grawen Farm.

Grawen is a quaint little farm (not sure if it’s still working) that is in a great location, being just down the road from Merthyr Tydfil and Brecon but also in the shadow of Pen Y Fan, which makes it the perfect place to pitch a tent. The farm has showers and toilets open all hours, a plethora of helpful info for visits (including those ever-important takeout numbers) as well as the friendly folks who run it. It is quite honestly the perfect place to recharge.

It’s the best thing about camping, the remoteness of it, the rawness of living, the lack of any m!ndfucks

Bearded Boyfriend, 09.07.17

One of the things that I love about camping is how grounding it is. In the fast-paced world that we live in, it is so easy to get caught up with and influenced by insignificant things. When I go camping, or not even camping but to the Brecon Beacons in general, my phone stops working, human contact becomes few and far between and through this I’m reminded of what truly matters. It reminds me of the small, inconsequential things that add to the quality of my life regardless of how silly they sound. Like going to bed in a warm and safe place. The first sip of tea in the morning and the pleasure of reading a book without being disturbed by notification sounds or the worries that I could be spending my time doing something else. Being re-introduced to the art of conversation, along with bickering and then cracking up laughing at each-other. The pleasures of driving around aimlessly until we come across a pub to eat at. Randomly pulling over to explore something we’ve only just noticed or to simply pause and take in the view. It’s pure bliss.

Camping will always hold a certain magic for me and, while I can’t wait to explore new places, I know the Brecon Beacons will have a place close to our hearts.

Cheerio for now!