I buy perfume because I like the scent. I don’t care who’s name is on it. That doesn’t influence me one way or another.
Not trying to stir the pot here, but isn’t avoiding a scent because it has a name on it just as bad as buying one because of it? Because your decision is still being influenced by the name.
But hey, this is coming from someone smelling like Glow, and I’m not a fan of J-Lo. It’s sitting next to my bottle of Fuzzy Peach from the Body Shop.
When I saw the title, my first thought was, “what have you got against my favorite perfume, Champs Elysee”?" (Named for the famous street in Paris, France, where the Guerlain perfume & cosmetics company has its headquarters.)
But I quite agree on the celebrity endorsement names.
I suppose I’m in agreement with the OP. I would be embarassed to tell someone I’m wearing Paris Hilton’s new fragrance. No matter how fabulous it smells.
That having been said, I adore fragrance! I have many in my arsenal - but nary a one with a celebrities name on it. Right now I’m all over Thierry Mugler’s “Angel”. Tomorrow it will be something else - but I don’t think Brittany will ever be on my perfume tray. I’m just not that curious!
Actually the name influences me somewhat. I liked one, years ago, but could never pronounce it right. Obviously I liked it, I used up three bottles and would have probably used up more, except I kept encountering problems when I bought it.
The first time I asked for “A-neece, a-neece” (an acquaintance named Anais pronounces her name that way) and was told, rather snootily, “It’s uh-NIE-us.”
Next time I had to buy it, I asked for “uh-NIE-us.” Different sales clerk: "Oh, you mean “Uh-NAICE?”
One more time. One more pronunciation. This time: “Anna-ees.” Which was close to my original guess when I bought my original bottle.
That was it. Three strikes. Not buying that one any more. Don’t think they make it anymore anyhow. And I don’t buy things I can’t pronounce because I feel like an idiot pointing and saying, “That one? The one third from the left–no, that’d be your right–no, down one, it’s kind of honey-colored? With the gold top? Yes! That one!”
I agree with the OP, though I wouldn’t mind getting some of Stephen Colberts “Scorn”. Any cologue that has big, brass, balls as the cap as gotta be worth it.
Ooooooooh, Anais Anais? I don’t know how to pronounce it either. I just point at it.
I would say A-nay A-nay, but lord only knows… I had a friend who used to pronounce Givenchy with a hard G… Give-inch-ee! She really enjoyed the scent Hot Couture - Hawt Cooter. :smack:
But who am I to make fun? Like I said, I just point. If it’s not on display, I go somewhere else. Or I make conversation: “I never knew how to pronounce this name, how does one say it?” Sometimes, the counter lady will look a little flustered and admit she doesn’t really know, but she’s heard others say it. Sometimes I get a friendly tutorial. Sometimes I get a snotty one, too. But I ignore them - I’m getting my perfume! Mine! Screw you lady! Think you’re so big. Looking like you smell right good.
Then I stick my chin in the air and tell them they’re not invited to my yacht party.
Okay, no I don’t. I just take my perfume and smell it all the way home. Sometimes I stop for doughnuts.
I rather like Britney’s “Curious.” I also get tons and tons of compliments when wearing it (from a full range of people: young girls to much, much older women).
Britney’s other perfume “Fantasy” has, as they advertise, an afterscent of cupcakes. Really, it does smell like cupcakes. I know, I know. I too said, “Wouldn’t it just smell like. . . cake?” But no, it smells like cupcakes. I’m not particularly fond of the stuff, but I got some for free at her album release party.
Jennifer Lopez has a tropical one (in a tan/ orange bottle) that actually smells pretty good.
Just as an aside, there is a perfume named Paris by Yves St. Laurent. I’ve worn it since I was a sophomore in high school twenty years ago*, so I’m fairly certain it has little to do with America’s Favorite Skank.
*OMFG, I was in high school twenty YEARS ago. hyperventilates at the thought of her decrepitude