They - and by that, I mean some very smart woman - always say that a gal should wear one scent and stick to it. Let one whiff of the stuff send former lovers into Pavlovian fits of yearning. Well, I, unfortunately, never followed that rule. The closest I've come to a commitment would be Tom Ford's Nu for YSL, which, of course, left the market when Tom left Gucci Group. So now I alternate things between Jo Malone's Red Roses and Orange Blossom, Prada Amber, Prada Tendre, Tom Ford's Black Orchid Voile De Fleur, Robert Piguet's Fracas, Agent Provocateur, a few Burberry's and many Ralph Lauren's. I'm not kidding (and that's only about half). When it comes to the boys - who surely aren't quite as enthralled by the perfume aisle at Sephora as I - I have two all-time favorites. For fall/winter: Terre d'Hermès (Hermès claims it evokes the "smell of bodies after lovemaking") and for these absoultely miserable sweltering days like today, Santa Maria Novella's Pomegranate. It's powdery and fresh and I promise that it won't leave you smelling like a ball of antioxidants.