This weekend, I looked down at my dresser and saw this little fragrance corner.
Fragrance is something I’m admittedly very unsophisticated about. I don’t care to be faffing about with notes and layers, I like what I like, and most I don’t like at all (have you entered a Massimo Dutti store in the last year and half? Dear lord, the smell!!!)
Many years ago (last century even! ah) a friend gave me an Escada cologne for my birthday. Sometime later, looking for a new perfume I remembered that and picked up another Escada. It was love for life. Enough that I have in the past committed the ultimate sin and bought a new Escada perfume without ever smelling it (it was just the once, I beg forgiveness!).