I love smells. Some people hate when others drench themselves in cologne or perfume, but I welcome it. Walking down the street in Seattle just the other day, I could smell the group of guys ahead of us as we approached the corner. My friends always kind of look away when I do this, but I had to ask. Who was wearing cologne? that usually eliminates a few of them. And what were they wearing? I'm sure they thought it was some cheesy pick up line, but when I smell a scent I particularly enjoy it's worth it to ask... Trust me. Going into a perfume shop and asking to smell every bottle, is frowned upon. Trying to decipher which one you actually smelled two weeks prior - basically impossible. Smell is the strongest link tied to memory, I know, but actually pinpointing a smell on a street corner days ago is hard.
So I always ask. It was Chanel Blue.
ADD Ann - the point is, I have a perfume I enjoy immensely. I have others, that are ok. My personality tends to be extreme. I don't really "like" a lot of things. It's either true love or nothing. For the most part... And yet, I still tend to buy things I don't "love". Well that's the reason my closet and my cupboards are overflowing... and my one bottle of perfume is almost out, while the other two are plum full.
If you look closely, to the left of the gold leaf at the bottom, you can see the line indicating how much of my favorite perfume is left... for one year.
On the left you'll notice a tall bottle with YSL on it. I hate it. I'm almost tempted to wear it in an attempt to train myself not to buy things I don't love. Kind of like a Pavlov's dog situation.
Either way, I'm definitely going to have to break out the calendar and mark which days are deserving of my beloved Lolita Lempicka because she's running low.
I have to say, this is one thing I didn't expect. I'm sure there will be many others, but so far, this one ranks #1.
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