As a perfume-obsessed beauty editor, I have to admit, my relationship with sweet fragrances has been a bit complicated (to say the least). In my teens, they were all I could wear. I was very much in my Victoria Secret body mist era, and Mugler Angel was practically running through my veins. Yet, in my early twenties, my taste in perfume drastically shifted.
All of a sudden, I started feeding into the ongoing stereotype that often deems sweeter scents immature, headache-inducing and plain predictable. My gourmands were swiftly replaced by darker, earthier scents, and notes of oud and patchouli took centre stage. Safe to say, my fragrance wardrobe went in the opposite direction.
