Oh my wooly word, Jean Paul Gaultier Classique is celebrating its twentieth anniversary this year. How is that even possible? That means that it is twenty whole years since my very first foray into perfume. Well, proper grown-up perfume anyway. Before that came Cacherel LouLou by the bottle full and before that, I stunk to high heaven of The Body Shop’s Dewberry. Ahh the smell of my angst ridden teenage years, locked away in my bedroom furiously scribbling away in my tear stained diary. Those were the days *snort*
But Jean Paul Gaultier Classique was my first real perfume. My Dad bought it for the comedy effect of me and my sisters thinking that he went away on holiday to Italy and brought us back a tin of beans because it is of course, packaged in a tin. Way back then, perfume packaging wasn’t what it is today and at the time, the tin packaging along with the now iconic bodice bottle was actually like nothing we had seen before *nan face* I was a glossy magazine fiend in my teens though and I still remember the buzz surrounding the launch. It hadn’t even been released in the UK yet and I had my mitts on it before anyone else. My Dad thought that he had bought us the funniest present ever but he had accidentally bought me the perfume that filled my glossy magazine fuelled dreams. Best. Day. Ever.
I wore nothing but Jean Paul Gaultier Classique for years. Then even when I did used to try different perfumes, I would always go back to it as my signature scent. In my twenties, I used to have a shelf full of different perfumes. I didn’t used to think twice about treating myself. But somewhere along the line, perfume has become a special treat and something that I only get as a present for birthdays or Christmases. I just wouldn’t dream of spending that much money on myself on a whim any more in spite of the fact that I wear perfume every single day. It’s silly really, isn’t it?
At the moment I have Marc Jacobs Daisy, Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue and Chanel Chance Eau Fraiche on the go. Oh and approximately two squirts of Chanel Coco Mademoiselle left! One of the things about getting perfume bought as a gift these days is that is isn’t always exactly the right one. Not that there is ever really a wrong one but my favourite Chanel perfume is actually Chance. Not Chance Eau Fraiche or Coco Mademoiselle. Although they are both very nice. But Mr Mostly tends to only get these things half right, but when the right bit is the Chanel bit then he can’t go far wrong really can he? No complaints here anyway! I actually think that it’s quite sweet that he’s thoughtful enough to even try to get it right but there you go.
Marc Jacobs Daisy has definitely taken over as my everyday scent though and I couldn’t actually tell you when I last wore Jean Paul Gaultier. I’m quite sure that I never stopped liking it so I’m a little sad that it has disappeared. So when I spotted the celebratory bottles for the twenty year anniversary the other day when shopping, I must admit that I did feel a sudden pang to go back to it for old times sake. Is it really twenty years old? God I feel old. I wonder if Santa reads my blog? Here’s hoping. I promise that I have been a very very good girl this year….