Stopped in the street.............

[China Girl]

I used to love that one by Dolce & Gabbana with the red lid, don't think it had an actual name

It got discontinued a few years ago, there seems to be one in a similar bottle, but it's not the same perfume.
It's so annoying when things get discontinued, the 'replacements' are never as good.

 

[May]

That'll be Cachet...I remember the advertising campaign and my mate Jane had a bottle for christmas, and I tried it and it didn't smell any different on her than on me. It was ok if I remember but nothing wow! TRAMP!!! Omg..I remember that...I think the word tramp had a far more romantic image back in the 70's..nowadays you'd think "down and out" or "person of low morals"!

Tramp “the prerogative aroma “ .. Yes I’m that old and sad I remember the advert and it was Pat Coombs the comedian who advertised it .. (I’ll start the car now lol )

 

[loveallthingsitalian]

I was never really sure why anyone would call it Tramp because in my circles in the 70’s a Tramp was nothing to be proud of. Possibly trying to risqué and trendy?

 

[merryone]

My teenage scent was always impulse body spray, I couldn't afford much else with the pocket money I got from my nan, and the child benefit my mum used to kindly donate to me so I could buy clothes and bits for myself. When I started earning I used to buy Yardley Chique, cos my friend told me it was nice - and if I remember rightly it was, and I totally remember really wanting the perfume called (just call me) Maxi by Maxi factor...I thought it sounded so cool and sophisticated..I don't remember it being that great. After that I used to buy a lot from Avon...Odyssey and Eau Givree were my favourites and of course the Body shop's White Musk..Literally everybody I knew smelled of that. The first splurge I had on perfume was Ysatis, bought after I smelled it on a girl on the bus and she told me what it was..smelled it again recently and it was disgusting!! Went to umpteen "perfume parties" in the 80's where you could buy fakes that lasted about 2 minutes on the skin. Of course I was given a bottle of Anais Anais as some stage, and again that to me now smells revolting..but I used to love it. I'm sure everybody remembers Giorgio Beverly hills in the yellow and white striped bottle..Work mate wore it to work recently and was telling me that her daughter told her that it was an old lady scent, and tbh I had smelled it before she said anything and it smelled terrible.but in my younger days it was the perfume to have...how things change! Poison, though has always been disgusting..but I love the white one..tendre poison?

 

[Silver Fox]

Ysatis, Anais Anais & Lou Lou liked those Giorgio Beverley Hills hated with a vengeance like Poison.Youth Dew brought me out in a rash but liked Clinique Aromatics but it was equally strong.

 

[alter ego]

Alter Ego, I'm still laughing at your above post.....'a 5 day old run over skunk'
Laughing but appalled at the same time that is
It beggars belief that a woman could be so filthy, and yes what's wrong with standing by a sink, kettle of warm water, soap and flannel.
Dirty lazy and disgusting, she wasn't married was she?
Good for you for telling her straight and reporting her.
Wonder how she's dealing with all this extra hand washing and sanitizing

She was single back then. She's moved on and we've never heard anything about her since.

I must be a stinky person magnet or something. Back in the days when I used public transport a lot, I'd ALWAYS get the smelly bloke sit next to me. Even if I was the only person on it!

I started to wise up and move down to the very front of the bus and sit on the aisle seat - something I'd always advise women using buses to do these days. No female should huddle miserably against the window while some man-spreader hogs the rest of the seat. I also used the 'embarrass them' tactic a few times on the night bus perve who tried fiddling with himself while leaned against me. I'm told I have a loud and strident voice when I'm stressed

Then there's the stinky woman who lives in the next village. She was known as being particularly rancid and walked everywhere as she'd been banned from using the bus after so many complaints. She was banned from a lot of local shops, too. She turned up for a Transvaginal ultrasound scan in our unit but when she lifted her skirt and dropped her knickers the smell was so vile (far worse than the rest of her) we had to ask her to leave and go back to the GP.

He re-referred her after telling her quite firmly that she wasn't to turn up for the scan unless she'd had a bath which she apparently did. I was off that day - a lucky escape as my stomach had a knee-jerk reaction of starting to heave whenever I saw her (I was one of the unfortunate bus passengers that had to endure her stink before she was banned). Her bath must have been the only one she ever had after that as she was back to her fetid self not long after.

 

[merryone]

She was single back then. She's moved on and we've never heard anything about her since.

I must be a stinky person magnet or something. Back in the days when I used public transport a lot, I'd ALWAYS get the smelly bloke sit next to me. Even if I was the only person on it!

I started to wise up and move down to the very front of the bus and sit on the aisle seat - something I'd always advise women using buses to do these days. No female should huddle miserably against the window while some man-spreader hogs the rest of the seat. I also used the 'embarrass them' tactic a few times on the night bus perve who tried fiddling with himself while leaned against me. I'm told I have a loud and strident voice when I'm stressed

Then there's the stinky woman who lives in the next village. She was known as being particularly rancid and walked everywhere as she'd been banned from using the bus after so many complaints. She was banned from a lot of local shops, too. She turned up for a Transvaginal ultrasound scan in our unit but when she lifted her skirt and dropped her knickers the smell was so vile (far worse than the rest of her) we had to ask her to leave and go back to the GP.

He re-referred her after telling her quite firmly that she wasn't to turn up for the scan unless she'd had a bath which she apparently did. I was off that day - a lucky escape as my stomach had a knee-jerk reaction of starting to heave whenever I saw her (I was one of the unfortunate bus passengers that had to endure her stink before she was banned). Her bath must have been the only one she ever had after that as she was back to her fetid self not long after.

Could you smell her from your village?! and secondly OMG!!!!!! Going back to "my lady"..she doesn't wash, herself, or her clothes. What she does rather than take a few bits to the launderette, I presume her washing machine is broken or doesn't exist. She'll buy clothes from charity shops and replace them once the ones she's been wearing have become too smelly and too soiled to wear. As far as I know she doesn't throw the old stuff out, it just gets lobbed onto a pile of clothes in the corner of the room. I've been allowed to enter the house on two occassions, once when she'd fallen and needed me to come and help her up..she's got a key safe outside and the second time, when she was having trouble with her tv. The room is airless, filthy, full of all manner of crap, overspilling ashtrays, empty take away cartons, clothes of course. I said do you have any bin bags, cause if you like I'll take some of this packaging away for you...She muttered yeah downstairs..so I said shall I grab a few...and she bellowed "No, you're not going down there!"
Another neighbour has presented her with a massive bottle of JPG perfume (she used to work at the airport so has loads of the stuff) presumably to stop her dousing herself in TCP, which she did for a while and it took me nearly a week to remove the traces from her visit to ours! The JPG has covered the smell quite well, it's not perfect..however it's put me right off it, I've got a bottle, tempted to donate that too.
The time she phoned to ask me to come and look at her tv..I was in her house for around 20 minutes my entire outfit had to be washed when I got home because it stank!
I totally understand she's in a bad way both mentally and physically, but I wish she'd swallow her pride and allow people to help. We know it's not a lifestyle choice and that it was her disgusting husband who put her in this position, he's been gone for about 3 years now, and she deserves some kind of semblance of comfort in her life. During lockdown I replaced one of our sofas as it was getting a bit tatty, and before lockdown she'd sit on it when she visited and being "pleather" I used to have to wipe it down to get rid of the smell she left on it. The new one is fabric, so I really can't have her on it. We still have a pleather sofa, so when lockdown was lifted and we were able to invite her back I told her that if she didn't mind she'd have to sit on that one instead because of social distancing and the new one being near the door, we'd have to keep walking past!!! Seriously during lockdown, I saved a fortune on air freshener. Thankfully my Harry Slatkin candles do a brilliant job of covering up her noxious stench. It goes back to actually sitting down with someone and telling them that they smell horrible, and friend to friend I feel I should be able to do that..but somehow I haven't been able to find the words..I even cough and wretch involuntarily when I get a proper mouthful, and she's said "You ok hun" and I find myself saying "yes, I must have swallowed a fly or something"!
OH says there's nothing we can do if she refuses help, we've just gotta be there for her and listen..I agree, but I'd rather not have her in my home. When lockdown eased a bit we'd meet her once a week in the pub for a drink and chat, but we're not fans of daytime drinking and she'd be really funny if we ordered soft drinks and insisted on buying us proper drinks, which of course we had to reciprocate. We don't want to do that any more because it's expensive and we don't particularly want to drink in the day. She'd not agree to meeting up for a coffee as she doesn't drink coffee or tea. Very sad situation indeed.