This has been a particularly stressful and gut-wrenching week. Calming scents weren't doing their magic and wits-sharpening ones were equally useless. Last night I dragged out a couple of vials of Miel de Bois, a scent that I had previously attributed to feline diabetes. I thought, what the heck, nothing else has worked, and applied liberally.
I love it.
Can body chemistry change that much during significant stress, that a perfume can unfold completely differently? Or is it the state of mind during these stressful episodes, that makes us more receptive to previously rejected ones?
I love it.
Can body chemistry change that much during significant stress, that a perfume can unfold completely differently? Or is it the state of mind during these stressful episodes, that makes us more receptive to previously rejected ones?






