Notes From My Vanity: Damn Fine Fragrance


It's funny- for as much as I think about/talk about/write about beauty, when it comes to execution, many of the things I often preach, I don't so often practice.

One such thing is wearing fragrance- making that one second effort to spritz something on my skin every day so as to have an identifying scent that completes the picture of who, at least at that given moment, I feel like being. I have loved this scent for years- but the small bottle that resides on my vanity has been there for longer than I care to admit, because I always forget to reach for it. 

However, since I was introduced to Ilary, I can no longer be called a hypocrite if and when I espouse the importance of fragrance. 

I am obsessed with this scent, Never in my life have I been the girl to get random compliments on my perfume, until I started wearing it- you guessed it- every single day. 

Created by Hilary Schneider in an attempt to brew up her very own "Love Potion Number Nine", early on in her experimentation, her ad-hoc mix of body oils and mists s caught the attention of a fellow diner one evening who said to her (you can't make this sh*t up), "I could fall in love with a woman who smells as beautiful as you." That diner is now her husband, and that cleverly concocted aroma is Ilary.

The roll-on (key, because even if I forget to spritz, I always have it in my purse for a quick hit) combines an exotic blend of Jasmine, Sandalwood, Musk, Ebony Wood, and Orange Blossom. It is distinct without being overpowering, and unique without trying too hard to be. 

In the event that you don't trust me enough to go all out and invest in it just yet (given my confession of hypocrisy, why should you?), Ilary will send you a sample for $5. Order one, take it for a spin. I will wait patiently for your gushing emails thanking me for introducing you to the fragrance that changed your life.