We’ve all been there: you pick up a sweater, or a scarf, or put on a bathrobe, and it hits you. Ahhh the beauty of… whatever it is clinging to your sweater/scarf/bathrobe. The collar of my bathrobe currently smells like L’Heure Fougueuse, and since I haven’t showered or picked my scent of the day, it is helping me forget that I look like I just crawled out of an episode of Tales from the Crypt.
Last night, before bed, I was reading Undina’s blog, and… well, I’ll let her do the talking:
…I noticed a wonderful smell coming from my bathrobe’s collar. It wasn’t too strong or persistent, I would catch a whiff of it now and then, but it was so unexpectedly comforting and supporting that I almost cried. With all the testing I had been conducting at the time it took me a while to figure out what perfume it was. Tiare by Ormonde Jayne.
I love it when I unexpectedly encounter the remnants of a beautiful fragrance: the Black Aoud that lasted months on my leather jacket, the Epic that stayed on my duvet cover for weeks, the L’Heure Fougueuse on the collar of my bathrobe… each of these little instances is like receiving a long-delayed love letter.
An unexpected joy.