Perfume is a bust today, for me and for B-man.
After we decide to 'hunt and gather' this afternoon, I shower and apply Geisha Rouge, by Aroma M. This, along with Borneo, is a perfume I bought in Seattle last December.
I have worn it exactly once.
You all know how may times I have over-applied from my zealous perfume memory, so today, I am extra careful. Small dabs inside each elbow and an even smaller dab on my neck.
I'm talking minuscule here.
After about five minutes, the skin inside my elbows is burning. Hurrying to get ready, it doesn't immediately register that the burning could be caused by my perfume oil. Finally, pulling out of my hair drying trance, I realize that what's burning is Geisha Rouge.
On top of that, I reek like a giant cinnamon stick, even after rinsing it off.
Wait, there's more.
B-man has acquired nine scents of his very own. True, I bought most of them for him, but he wears and appreciates them all. (Actually, he has a great nose and first identified the chocolate in Borneo while I was still swooning over the dusty patchouli.)
Shortly after we met, 23 years ago, he began wearing Gendarme. We were together when he bought it and we both fell in love with the scent. B-man wore it daily as he suited up for work and it reflected his elegant, understated style. He hasn't worn it for quite some time. Until today.
Our noses have obviously changed because we hate it now.
Fortunately, I'm not focusing on the Gendarme because I smell so bad myself. Even as I write this post, I'm considering a quick shower.
What is your Perfume Bomb moment?