Gym Perfume Is Having A Moment, But Not Everyone’s Happy About It

I have a confession to make, and depending on who you ask, it’s either a cardinal sin or a badge of honor: I wear perfume to the gym. Not a polite little spritz, either. A full, committed dousing before I even think about a treadmill. Monday StairMaster? Byredo Blanche. Wednesday weights? Jo Malone London English Pear & Freesia. Friday leg day? Diptyque Fleur de Peau. Every workout has its own fragrance alter ego — and I’m not sorry about it. For me, part of it is aesthetic. Fragrance is...