Thing is, I have to be careful, because there are some scents that will give me a blinding headache. When I met my ex, he wore this Gaultier monstrosity that would inevitably cling to my skin and clothes for hours and have me gulping down Advil after each date. I didn’t really mind the way it smelled at first, but then it became inextricably associated with intense pain.
You know, in retrospect, perhaps I should have taken that as a clue.
"Do not go gentle into that good night. Blog, blog against the dying of the light"
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Great post of the day
Don't miss this funny, rambling, thoughtful TRex post about perfume and a book called The Perfect Scent plus all the wonderful comments from his readers:
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