As my hand crept up the spine of the J'a Dore bottle, I began to smile at the thought of its scent. It was only a matter of time, before I could feel the delicate patter of perfume against my neck. And yet, it was only a day ago, that I dined with Coco Mademoiselle, only her fragrance could make the evening with him go smoothly. Perfumes were gentle mists that cuddled our necks and caressed our bodies. They flirted with our eyes in the shopping store behind the glass, from rose-watered pink to wine toasting amber, they came in every hue. In every shape, a one size fits all fairytale for our handbags. Perfumes could listen to a woman's heart and reveal her mood at that very moment. An aroma that spelt out love me or let me be; who could imagine such a big gift in such a tiny bottle? They were the treasures that sat on our mother's dresser, that as young girls we only dreamt of discovering. They were the reason we hugged her so tightly before she walked out the door; for we knew that in that delightful scent we could see and have all that made her beautiful.
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