Around the World in Scents : Japan
Today Lauren explores attitudes towards perfume in Japan and invites us to experience its various scents.
It was a rare night for us young English teachers in rural Japan. We were escaping our hot, stuffy apartments amid the tea fields for a glitzy night out in the bright lights of Tokyo. I greeted my friend Mayumi in the parking lot. Her skin was creamy and flawless, as always, but as I hugged her hello I noticed something different.

“Mm!” I said. “You smell so nice!”
“Thank you,” replied Mayumi timidly, smiling as she put a finger to her lips. “I’m wearing it for our big night out in Tokyo.” Her eyes pleaded with me to keep the secret. Our friend Jun was picking us up shortly, and she didn’t want to discuss perfume in front of him.
Though I’d been living in Japan for several months, it was the first time I smelled a fragrance on anyone with whom I’d come into contact. The light, gently tumbling cloud of lilies, vanilla and sparkling orange was enough to make me thirst for big doses of perfume. I was a vampire who’d caught a whiff of blood. Cultural differences in Japan meant that wearing personal fragrance was generally considered rude. In a country that is so crowded with people and so limited on space, extending your personhood via a bubble of perfume – however pleasant – is considered intrusive and inconsiderate.















