I've changed...again. Last week, compelled by God knows what, I decided to sift through my boxed up perfumes and put a few of them back into my cabinet. Still in their boxes, but back nevertheless. Then, on Tuesday and Wednesday, I wore Caberet by Gres. Thursday was Un Jardin en Mediterranee. Friday? Agent Provocateur.
After work Thursday, my nose, Daphne, begged me for a smell-fest at Sephora and Nordstrom. So we sniffed one perfume after another until we were both exhausted. Fortunately, even though it's been months since I did this, I have not lost my marathon ability to smell perfumes for a long period of time. No coffee beans needed, thank you. This spray-and-sniff interlude was the most therapeutic thing I have done in a long time.
Today is a special day, my dad's 80th birthday party. B-man and I are hosting a small family event, just as Dad requested. This warrants an amazing perfume, don't you think? Black Aoud comes to mind...
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