Amazing.

That’s the word I would use to describe you, if I could only use one. Amazing.

Did you know that, before meeting you, I thought I hated vanilla? It’s true — every fragrance I had tried before you which was mainly vanilla had been too sweet, or too animalic, or both. And those that I tried which were based loosely on vanilla? Usually too heady (with murky, unoriginal sandalwood as a common corresponding accord to darken up a perfume made too sweet by vanilla) or simply too childish (when such an accord was skipped altogether.)


It’s not that I have anything against vanilla, per se. It’s just that I’m very, very picky about my vanillas.

And you… work. You just work. You’re delicious and boozy, and whether I’ve just dabbed you on or I’ve been wearing you for hours, the image I get in my mind is always the same: a wonderful, fizzing champagne.


It’s not even that you smell like champagne at all, really — but the image lines up beautifully. Classic. Mature. Poised. And at the same time: bubbly and sociable, with a bit of a woodsy spice running through your composition. 


So, yes. I would use just this one word to describe you. Amazing.