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We had some good times, didn’t we? It all started so fast. I’d heard so much about you and I really wanted to get to know you. Once we met, we clicked right off the bat. Your seamless lavender, citrus, herbs, and flowers enveloped in a gauzy yet masculine sweetness beguiled me and I quickly became obsessed with you. I would make excuses just to sneak off and have a private moment with you. Others whispered to me that you had a dark side (diapers?), some even trying to turn me against you but I was convinced that they just didn’t understand your complex nature.
Things really started to heat up during that long weekend together. I wanted to introduce you to the people that mean the most to me so I invited you to an intimate candlelit dinner for 6 at my home. Although in my mind you were the guest of honor, you played it cool and with class and made a great impression. You charmed us all but were not overbearing. You knew just when to interject and when to back off and let others speak, and were the perfect complement to the scent of candles, the aroma of wine, and the savory dinner. And your timing was perfect -- desert arrived just as you yielded your rich vanilla sweetness. I was perfectly satisfied to just stay quiet, watching the reflection of the candles’ flames dancing in your lavender eyes. We were inseparable for the rest of the weekend.
When Monday came, I could not bear to leave you at home. I had to sneak you with me to work. Just a little drop of your perfume on my wrist and, okay, a little on my neck, was all I needed and I didn’t care if anyone else could notice because I wasn’t bringing you along for them. In retrospect I see how selfish I was – perhaps I should have let you sleep in from the long weekend instead of dragging you out of bed into the harsh fluorescence of early morning public transportation.
When we sat down on the train, I noticed something was wrong. My nose caught the sharp, unmistakable stench of dried vomit. I looked around at the seat and walls find out what I could. It would not be at all unusual to encounter such horrors on a subway train, in fact I’d seen worse. Unable to stand the stench, I moved us to the back of the train, far away from the offending odor. As we took our seats and I smelled it again, it dawned on me that maybe you weren’t feeling so well.
We got to the office alright and I was immediately drawn into my daily routine, my thoughts only occasionally drawn back to you when I would again get a whiff of your vomit accord. I supposed I could have just scrubbed you off but I didn’t have the heart to do something so crass. I had too much respect for who you were, the places you had been, and the people you had met to end it all so abruptly, but I do admit I was a bit disappointed in you.
I became overcome with self-doubt. Maybe what I smelled was not a vomit accord but something so sophisticated and alien to me (civet?) that my brain could only panic and process the new experience as something negative. My brain does that sometimes, for example, when a leaf innocently blowing down the sidewalk appears to me, for the briefest moment out of the corner of my eye, as a hungry rat scampering toward my feet.
Whether the offending odor was really was a vomit accord or just a shadowy projection emanating from my subconscious, it still made me uncomfortable and embarrassed. Now I’m frankly a bit scared of you and I’m sorry we haven’t spent any time together since. Please don’t take it personally, and I know it sounds cliché but I think it may be me and not you. I know there are many people dying to spend time with you but I don’t think I can count myself among them. I need some time to process all of this so I hope you can understand my neutral rating for the time being. I don’t know when we will meet again but I do thank you for that wonderful weekend together.
All the best,
P.S. Things are looking up - I tried a sample of vintage Jicky perfume (my review above was of the latest perfume) and I found it delightful - brighter and with more depth, with almost a human breath-like quality (in a good way). I'm revising my review from neutral for the new perfume formulation to thumbs up for the vintage perfume.
01st December, 2012 (Last Edited: 13 December, 2012)