It will sound completely nuts but humour me 
This is fiction, just so you know:
I live on the edge of a vast forest. I am romantic yet brooding, and my days are usually spent playing the cello or the grand piano in a draughty turret in the westernmost wing of the house. I have long wavy hair and like to wear velvet, silk and soft leather. I am middle aged, slim and fancy myself riding on a wild boar through the forest with leaves in my hair. I like Leonora Carrington (the surrealist painter) and Renoir.
In the evening I sit by the glowing embers and read. I have company only on rare occasions, but it is special. I have 2 cats and a silly dog. I used to keep horses but they grew tired of my indolence and left.
My house is a castle, but I am skint. I am of indeterminate class and shudder at the thought of polite society.
What is my perfume??