|She can only smell her perfume up close, too|
It's official - I can no longer smell Rose Essentielle.
This, of course, is the sucky side of a signature scent (say that fast five times). It's been a long time since I wore one perfume every single day, but I remember this phenomenon.
Inner Critic has tapped me on the shoulder to ask, 'didn't you just buy a new bottle of Rose Essentielle?'
Thank you, King of Stating the Obvious.
Yesterday, I enjoyed a glorious 60 seconds after spraying it on - quite generously, I might add - and then...nothin'. Others can still smell it, but what's the point if my own damn nose has checked out?
If I press my nose to my arm, it's still there, beautiful as ever. But I used to get random hits of sillage through the day accompanied by thoughts of, 'OMG, I smell goohoohood!'
Now, it looks like the jig is up, the fat lady has sung and that's all she wrote. I'm already contemplating the next rose perfume in the seasonal rotation.
Not to worry, I'll be back in the spring.
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