Couples were walking all around my town last evening, dressed up and heading for packed restauants. Almost all of the women were wearing those awful and overdone Burberry plaid scarves knotted around the necks of their A-shape wool coats. Best of all, walking the sidewalks smelled like I'm-perfumed-to-please-others time, as everyone's brain code told them fancy dinner date equals smell pretty time. It made strolling great.
I caught Jicky out of the mess and was really happy. It was on a middle aged woman with short copper hair and with a younger and shorter man.
Anyone else out last night and smelling something great?
That girl, that bottle, that mattress and me.
I stayed in and smelled the Hermes Un Jardin Sur le Nil I gave to my girlfriend.