” I couldn’t see you……but I could smell you..” (EAU DU SOIR, SISLEY, 1990)

DEFINITELY the perfume for the party..

crisp; ambiguous; fresh……. Just the ticket for a soldier…

The Black Narcissus

 

 

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I left the house a few minutes before Duncan arrived home last night, but I as I turned the street corner, making my way to start walking the hill down to the station, he suddenly came running after me:

” I couldn’t see you…but I could smell you…..” he said, my dark trails floating all the way from the house on the air – vintage Eau Du Soir by Sisley – the first time I have worn it.

 

I don’t know how he exactly knew it was me (duh you weep en masse) : maybe most other people simply just don’t wear these strong, dramatic scents at such high volume; maybe the spiced, mossy, almost angrily ambered pitchblack rose (peppery, clovey, very arrogant, yet eminently tasteful), is simply not something that anyone else in this neighbourhood would be wearing on a…

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