The dust has barely settled in the Dan Abrams debacle and I'm already in the clutches of another "oh, HELL NO" moment. I knew it was only a matter of time before Trish McEvoy robbed me of my scent. Still, it came as quite a shock to learn that Trish Mac #11 White Iris -- one of my very favorite fragrances -- could be so disposable. It's Trish's modus operandi to phase out colors and scents to create demand and make room for new ones. While I understand the need to stay fresh and relevant, I remain in the most basic form of human denial: You always think these things happen to other people's perfumes, not yours.
Perfume connoisseurs like Neil Morris have said Trish Mac #11 smells like buttery sandalwood and irises, honeysuckle, jasmine, and Bulgarian roses. To me, it has always smelled like summer. That said, I’m on a mission similar to Elaine's on Seinfeld when the Today Sponge was taken off the market. Help me gather thee remaining bottles while ye may. If you happen to know of/hear of/spot any bottles of the stuff, please email me. James uncovered the last stash on the South Shore at Beauty & Main at Derby Street. Help me smoke ‘em out of the stock rooms at Saks, the product cases at salons and spas, the cybershelves of eBay Canada and eLuxury.