Missing Person

When I wear perfume, typically do it to be someone else. Someone more interesting, someone smarter, someone more powerful. I tend to go after niche perfumes that convey my depth of personality and uniqueness, hipster sophistication. In short, my perfume selections are aspirational, based in insecurities, rather than reflective of who I am.

But the thing about smelling like someone else is that it's obvious to you when you smell like someone else.

When I first tested Missing Person at Sephora, I was buying a fragrance for my sister's birthday present. I sprayed some on myself, but couldn't make out much because of the cacaphony of scents within the store. I bought her a bottle of something light and citrusy, and walked outside. In the fresh air, Missing Person hit me with a jolt. It smelled like my own skin, like hugging my mother at the end of the day, the scent of her incense while she prayed. It smelled deeply familiar, and yet still attractive. And so I immediately went back inside and exchanged her gift for 2 bottles of MP, one for each of us.

I've never had a fragrance before that added a layer of me to me. A fragrance that affirmed that it was beautiful to envelope yourself in your own scent, to give yourself a hug. That's what spraying on Missing Person has become to me - an act of self love.

Because I realize now that the missing person was me.

I’m going to wear this scent to the grave.

I love this scent! I wear all the time!

Love the unique scent!

This is by far my favorite sent I get so many compliments