Sometimes it seems to me that scent is the only thing that can tell about a person without words. No makeup, no dress leaves a trace like scent. It lives in the air, and then in memory.
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I once bought perfume only because it smelled like a morning in a strange city. You know that feeling - when everything seems new, and you walk the streets thinking: "What will happen today?" This scent was about that. There was a little freshness, a little sweetness and a drop of something absolutely daring. I didn't even read the ingredients. I didn't care. I just inhaled and thought: this is mine.
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There are fragrances that raise questions. I wear one of them in the evening. It sounds like footsteps on marble, like looking through a glass of wine. I know it's interesting because people lean closer and never ask what it is. They just smile.
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Another scent is for the days when I want to slip away from everyone. Light, with notes of fig and white musk. It's like a soft blanket and warm light from a lamp. It's cozy and tender.
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It's amazing how the same person can smell different, just because they're in a different mood today. I have 6 bottles at home. They are all completely different. I don't collect. I just choose every day who I want to be.
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Here's my formula:

for a quiet morning - tea, vanilla, musk

for crazy days - citrus and leather

for nights - jasmine, resin and something strange
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And my favorite is the one that brings back memories. I accidentally met a woman in a cafe, and she smelled of something absolutely impossible. I didn't dare ask, but then I tried many times to find something similar. And when I found it, it was almost like meeting someone again.