I sometimes find myself craving a particular scent, completely out of the blue. Then, to my amazement, stumble upon the very same perfume almost directly afterwards, for a song, at vastly reduced price in a Japanese ‘recycle’ emporium, almost as though I had been directly wishing it into existence. Or else, as if the scent, abandoned and unwanted by its first owner, were already there, waiting impatiently on the shelf, and knowing I want it, that I need it, it calls to me. This is a delightful phenomenon that magically happened to me again recently as the words ‘Diptyque L’Eau’ popped into my mind out of nowhere, my nose brain suddenly craving the smell of cloves, rose, and cinnamon in that beautiful and precise combination that was achieved in Diptyque’s first scent from 1968, but, which, reaching for my bottle from my shelf that day, I found to my…
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