The Allegory of the Perfume

A couple of days ago I was shocked to realize my favorite perfume is very nearly empty.

Generally, for a girl, the realization that they need to buy something as elaborate as perfume is exciting.

For me it's terrifying.

Especially, because I never buy the same perfume twice.

I'm always afraid I'm going to get stuck with a $60 bottle of mothball eau de toilette.

I don't trust my own judgement when it comes to perfume buying.

I would dare say I have commitment issues.

The past two bottles I have had, I've received as gifts, no thought on my part.

I loved both to the point of their extinction.

I told my mom about the last precious drops of my favorite perfume the last time we were in a mall, so she shuffled me to a perfume counter.

I sniffed perfumes that were fruity, floraly not a real word, musky, fresh, etc.

But nothing smelled right.

It was somewhere between the Vera Wang Princess and Lola by Marc Jacobs that I realized my feelings about buying perfume aren't too different from my feelings about dating.

Nothing ever smells/feels right because I don't trust my own judgement.

I thought about this through the spritzing of Coco by Chanel and then I saw it.

I knew just from the bottle that it was my perfume.

I spritzed a little on my wrist and it was love at first smell.

Amber and fruit nearly knocked me to the floor.

Now all I need is to find a man who will sweep me off my feet and I'll be set.

xo