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03/14/2021
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"Here! This, this smells like you!"
My eighteenth birthday, January 9, I'm strolling through town. An acquaintance runs into me. We chat briefly, I mention today's festive day. He, caught completely off guard: "Wait here a moment! I'll be right back!". I wait about five minutes until he returns from the Douglas store across the street. "You didn't have to!", I moan, embarrassed. In his hands, a small gift, perfume, I assume. A hug. Thank him warmly, we say goodbye.
I sit down on the next bench, although the weather is just conceivably bad. Unwrap the package. Toni Gard? Never heard of it. "This perfume smells like you." he had told me before he left. I toss the box into the trash can next to me, spray myself liberally with the scent, wait a bit, look off into the distance.
Wow. Amber. Finest marzipan, vanilla. I don't know much about perfumes, own maybe two bottles at this point. Feel comfortable, secure. Like being in my mother's lap, surrounded by pastries. Everything I love so much comes before my inner eye. I start to cry, completely overwhelmed by what this scent triggers in me.
Ten years, about twenty Full Bottles and quite a few perfume samples later, I know one thing:
This is my fragrance, my beloved Toni Gard Woman. My signature, MY fragrance. No one will ever know me like you did Kevin, back in downtown on January 9.
I sit down on the next bench, although the weather is just conceivably bad. Unwrap the package. Toni Gard? Never heard of it. "This perfume smells like you." he had told me before he left. I toss the box into the trash can next to me, spray myself liberally with the scent, wait a bit, look off into the distance.
Wow. Amber. Finest marzipan, vanilla. I don't know much about perfumes, own maybe two bottles at this point. Feel comfortable, secure. Like being in my mother's lap, surrounded by pastries. Everything I love so much comes before my inner eye. I start to cry, completely overwhelmed by what this scent triggers in me.
Ten years, about twenty Full Bottles and quite a few perfume samples later, I know one thing:
This is my fragrance, my beloved Toni Gard Woman. My signature, MY fragrance. No one will ever know me like you did Kevin, back in downtown on January 9.
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