Well, it struck last Wednesday, the day before my birthday, I might add. A miserable cold. Stuffed up and blowing my nose like no tomorrow. But the worst aspect of it is the diminishing sense of smell. I couldn't tell my my Gucci Rush from my Azzaro Visit or my Joop Homme from MB Individuelle. The subtleties are entirely lost.
Since I couldn't enjoy myself, I took some of the scents I rarely wear and applied heavily. I apologize to those I've vaporly "assaulted" with some mediocre scents over the past few days. The good news is my cold has finally abated, and the top shelf juice is coming out again. Just in time for my vacation to England next week. Unlike the English football team, I save my best for when it counts