Finally, a second bottle of Rose Essentielle by Bvlgari is on its way. In the last ten years, I have re-purchased only one perfume, Un Jardin en Mediterranee.
Until now.
Yesterday, I was debating whether or not to complete the order (Rose Essentielle has been loitering in my online shopping cart for a week), even though I have been wearing it constantly.
Honestly, I dithered, wondering whether or not ordering a second bottle will mark the end of my loving it. B-man has all sorts of examples of exactly this, particularly where food is involved.
Him: 'Hey, I got more of that granola you love.'
Me, two days later: 'Oh, I'm tired of that now.'
Seriously, living with me is tons of fun.
But then, this morning, as I'm walking through the hospital, a man passes me, stops, and comes back to ask, 'what is that perfume?'
I tell him.
'It's wonderful,' he says.
I tell him.
'It's wonderful,' he says.
Nothing like a 'praise me' moment to end my procrastination.
It's funny how those little random compliments from complete strangers can make you love your well-loved perfumes even more.
ReplyDeleteI got two compliments, of the "you smell really nice," variety, today on my SOTD - Black Orchid Voile de Fleur, which I love and which I thought might make a good antidote to the sweat-and-sunscreen smell of band camp, where I've been chaperoning this week.
ReplyDeleteI love it juuuuust that little bit more now, too.
Hi Carrie - you're so right, that outside validation is such a pleasure. In fact, that's what sillage is all about...making the space more enjoyable for everyone.
ReplyDeleteMuse, I've never tried BOVdF, but I can, however, imagine the smell of band camp. While my love of perfume exists primarily for me, it does make me twirly when my perfume stops someone in their tracks and I receive a random compliment. Hard to beat.
ReplyDeleteHappy chaperoning!