I’m wearing Diptyque Ofrésia today. My interpretation of it is a gorgeously lush, green floral that smells of crushed green stems, cool wet freesia, and sparkling citrus oils from the zest of rinds. Well, first thing this morning, a coworker came into my office and said “Hmm, it smells like cleaning supplies in here.” Of course, my retort of “No it doesn’t” was a shining example of my brilliant debate skills in action. At least he didn’t say it smelled like cleaning supplies were needed.
Now, I’m not too concerned that I smell like cleaning supplies today since this is a guy who offers pretty amusing comments like that on a regular basis. He doesn’t generally figure out that someone is wearing a fragrance and just assumes it’s something in the air. An example – a girl that works in the building wears something candied and chocolatey. If she’s in my office and he comes in, he’ll declare that something smells like cookies and looks around the room, possibly in search of a plate of baked goods that is never there.