For approximately the past six years, I have been accumulating perfume, sometimes more, sometimes less. Recently, I decide to reduce my full-bottle collection to fifty, so I inform B-man of this decision with great emphasis.
Samples and decants have no limit, of course.
Read the rule book.
The thing is, I've been on a binge lately and my collection has doubled what I intended. B-man, in his ever tactful way, simply says, 'it looks like you're running out of room.' Thankfully, he has never discouraged or dismissed my perfume purchasing, even when I occasionally go off the deep end. His usual response to my obsessing about the latest 'must have?' 'So get it.'
Sometimes, when I'm playing with my perfume (you know you do, too), I pretend that I must select only five to live with forever.
While the list changes slightly from time to time, I have sentimental favorites to which I always return. This evening, I would choose these perfumes in exactly this order:
1. Jardin en Mediterranee
2. Borneo 1834
4. L'eau du Navegateur (this rotates with Black Aoud)
Even as I make the list, I feel guilty for all those that I have left behind. Of course, Inner Critic is having a field day, chiding me and acting like a pompous ass.
Nevertheless, I stand by my list.
If you had to choose five perfumes that you could spend your life with, what would they be?