I have to say that many of the Christmas presents that have a bad name these days are actually favourites of mine. Socks, for example; as I never buy a really nice pair for myself, being given one is always a delight. Ditto scented candles and glove/scarf sets. And I would particularly add to this shower and bath gels – which, being a man, I am not given half as often as I would like.
Shower gel is a secret passion of mine, and I associate it with Christmas because over the festive period I usually go to stay with my brother whose wife works for a well-known chemist and always has a lavish stock of new and unusual gels and creams in her pristine bathroom. I assume the etiquette is not to use too much shower gel when staying somewhere as it seems to be taking the mickey somewhat but this suits me fine when staying at Stuart and Pam’s, because I sample them all. My favourite last year was a Body Shop Satsuma, which with its almost lickable tangerine-y scent seemed good for Christmas.
Indeed I liked it so much that in the New Year I bought some for myself, and yet somehow it never smelled as good and fresh as it had at their house. This is typical; whenever I buy a shower or bath product I have enjoyed somewhere, it never seems quite as good in my own house (the exception to this rule is Imperial Leather original, which I don’t mind at home but find cheap elsewhere). I’ve always wondered if other people have the same experience – is anyone else on the same hopeless quest for scents that can never be recaptured, or am I just a weirdo? Has any other normal person been excited to take home a Radox Mint and Tea Tree, and then found it to evoke cough sweets rather than the mood of a balmy weekend in Cornwall?
If anyone has, I should love to know; it would make me feel less weird and lonely as exfoliate aromatically in Northumberland on December 29th.