Last fall, I boxed up my perfumes in their original packaging and placed them in a larger box for storage. Apparently, I needed to clear some space to begin dabbling in making perfumes myself.
Which I'll return to any day now.
Well, the good new is, they're back, and I have resumed playing regularly with my perfumes. Explaining this would be embarrassing to anyone but you fellow perfume geeks. Don't even act like you don't know what I mean: sniffing each bottle, one-by-one, then pondering which perfumes might work well blended. Swooning and remembering lost loves that haven't been worn for a long time, but have waited patiently for me to come back to say hello.
Tonight after work, I stopped at Ulta for a 'clearance rack extravaganza,' then came home and had fun putting away all of my loot; lotion, make-up, nail polish and various other unneeded items. Soon after, I found myself engaged in full-on perfume play. After sniffing multiple darlings, I reached for Chanel's Sycomore.
Dear God, what an aromatic masterpiece.
I almost cried.
And you know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you?
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