Speaking of perfumed scent.....
I always thought the purpose of wearing a scent was to beckon gently, to allure, to cause a pleasurable intake of breath when entering one's intimate circle.
Yet so often I feel sledgehammered with suffocating sweetness that precedes the wearer by a football field length and lingers long after Elvis has left the building. The come-hither factor shot clean out of the water.
Now if someone could distill the magic of lilac, spring grass, sunlight, lemons, or water over stones, on wrist and earlobes that would be delicious.
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