Are we aliens in our perfume obsession?
Think about it.
First, the conversation veers into perfume territory and soon, you notice the glazed over looks and repeated responses of, 'wow.' Then, the people you are talking to begin scanning the area, eyes darting from side to side as if they have lost something or someone they are desperate to find. Suddenly, you get it.
They're looking for the Mother Ship.
Perhaps I am a deranged perfume alien, but is there anything more exciting than being in hot pursuit of a perfume that you absolutely must sample? Anything more fun than waiting for it (them) to arrive, checking the shipping info obsessively and, finally, receiving an e-mail from B-man that says, 'The Eagle has Landed?'
Doesn't get much better than that.
Still, the face-to-face company of other aliens is also nice, which is why I keep luring my nieces away from the normal zone, hoping to discover - or create - at least one perfumista among them. So far, they are just eyeballing the Kool-Aid.
The first sip is free.
Do you ever feel like a Perfume Alien in your world?