There are scents that make you feel like a mystery.
There are those where you're a businesswoman who can solve everything (even traffic jams on Monday).
And there are those where you're just... happy. For no reason. Just because it's morning, and your wrist smells like jasmine and freedom.

But the path to your scent is like the path to yourself.
You sniff, choose, make mistakes. It happens - you buy a bottle, sniff it - and you smell like either your grandmother's buffet or your school geometry teacher. But I wanted to be a mystery and a dream.

And then suddenly... he.
The very one.
You inhale — and inside it clicks: "Mine."
You don't yet understand what it's about. But you already know: you want to smell exactly like this.
Not fashionable. Not like everyone else. But — in your own way.

A scent can make you fall in love, calm you down, inspire you. It's like an invisible aura. People can forget what you said, but they will remember your scent for a long time. Sometimes — for a lifetime.

So don't believe those who say:
— I don't like perfume.
Most likely, she just hasn't met him yet.
And it's almost like love. Only in a bottle.