Every time I wear Poeme, as I did yesterday, B-man says, "that's luscious." No other perfume gets this response.
Poeme is a floral symphony, beginning with soprano top notes accompanied by a hint of rubber.
Within minutes, however, Poeme adds its buttery, alto note. This is Big Girl perfume. Chicks Rule perfume. I am Woman Hear Me Roar perfume.
You get the idea.
With Poeme, I find myself moving with more grace and speaking more gently. Not like Monday, when f-bombs were waiting to fly out of my mouth like the monkeys on Wizard of Oz.
Poeme ensures my frontal lobe remains intact and engaged.
Sadly, I have forgotten what it's like to wear girly perfume. For the past months - we don't know why - I've been on an anti-floral/sweet/spicy/oriental/gourmand kick. As you can imagine, this narrows the field.
But yesterday, as I caught whiffs of Poeme, elegant and thoroughly luscious, I thought 'it's time - unleash the girly girl within.'
That felt good.