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Anjelica Huston on 1000 by Jean Patou:
Joy never did it for me. My friend Joan Juliet Buck, then the rédactrice en chef of French Vogue — and what’s known in the business as a very good nose — showed me Mille when I was visiting in Paris and said, ‘‘This would be great for you.’’ From the moment I smelled it, it was mine in a way that no other perfume had been since Blue Grass, which my mother first gave me when I was a child. It’s round and floral and warm, with just a hint of spice without being too hippie, and just floral enough without being too sweet. It smells like midnight in the Bois de Boulogne — sexy and mysterious. I think it creates a mood. It’s alluring. It says, I’m interested in life, in olfactory senses as well as visual ones. It says, I’m in the mood for something. It also says, I’m feminine, I’m complete. It stands to exist with my mother’s perfume, Shalimar, which haunts me to this day. I even wear it to go to bed: I spray it behind my ears, old style. (Unless I’m wearing pearls.) People really like it. Even when I was a smoker, they told me I smelled good — which is saying something! When you find yourself in an embrace and someone tells you that you smell good, it’s wonderful and unexpected. Mille is rare, hard to find, which I like about it. It means I don’t bump into many people who smell like me.