If I have to be bundled up, wearing too many layers, layers that forget me that I have a body, and forget me that there are times in the year when it is not perpetually cold, at least give me a warm, ambery, resiny perfume that wafts up out of those layers with meditative richness - and only the faintest hints of vanilla and flowers. If I have to wait it all out, let it be deep and let it be lasting, and don't tempt me with goldanged citrus and hibiscus. Take your Victoria's Secret alchoholic body splash and shove it.
;)
Lancome Tresor, Chloe Narcisse, Bourjois Evening in Paris. I've long known there was a link between my favorite winter fragrances - but before today, I never sniffed them side-by-side. They all belong under thrice-wrapped knit scarves and crossed fur collars. I truly can't wear these in summer - they can't have too much air. They need exquisite escape routes, occasionally. (I've learned from my favorite perfume writer to spritz my ribcage, under my, well, brassiere. ;) They are all content to hide, and then surprise.
Highly acceptable. I am grateful. Daily fragrance, from perfume to candles, is extremely important to me.
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