Vintage Miss Dior edt for me today (yes, yes, I know.

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The topnotes have that nasty burnt 'off' edge to them that I always hate having to get past, but now, an hour in, the heart has just overcome them and has just wafted up to my nose and made me say 'what's that lovely smell? Oooh! It's me!'
Don't you love it when that happens?
Hugs to you Ines. Memories of people we have lost are always a little stone in our shoe for the day. Good to remember them, sad to know they have gone. Especially sad when it was suicide. Makes me want to put my arm round your shoulder and give you a little squeeze. {}
One for you too, unusually glum Tao. {}
Anyone else want one? Help yourselves. xxx