Before becoming a ho-er, I was serially monogamous. I had Je Reviens as a new tween, then the 1970s Amazone as a youthful feminist (and still like it, with undying gratitude to the kind person not a million miles away from this thread who sent me a lovely sample). After that, there was a Guerlain phase, mainly Chamade as my mum wore, first, Jicky and then Mitsy. (Her scent in my childhood was usually Givenchy III or l'Interdet.
In the US, I flirted with drug store specials (Quartz by Molyneux stands out in the memory as a cheap dupe for Christalle) before discovering the delights of original Y via a TK Maxx $5 special (so much loved and complimented, I returned to get two more!)
Next up, back in London, I was given a huge bottle of Opium, then all the rage scrubber, then came Dune which lasted quite some time until some bloke leaned over and said he'd enjoyed it all through the train journey; whoops, too strong for office use. Then Bvlgari Eau de Thé Vert, followed by Hermes Jardins series and Eau des Merveilles. From then, it has been an enjoyable tumble into easy promiscuity.
I'm Sock, and I'm a perfume junkie, addicted to samples and travel sizes. SoTD is Cuir Pleine Fleur, which seems to work on a sunny autumn day.