Utterly indulgent

Scents do something to me, trigger memories and emotions in an intense way. I had a full on hissy fit when my sister wanted to buy the same perfume as me. I won't tell you how old I was because it sounds like something a teenager would do and I was not a teenager. Not by a long shot. I just don't feel comfortable when I have a scent twin that's close to me in real life. It creeps me out.

A few weeks ago Anabela posted about CB I Hate Perfume, and I hopped over to his gallery. My jaw dropped. Try it. Go read the descriptions and look at the bottles. Even if you don't want to buy, it's a nice way to spend a half hour. (I did end up buying, so be forewarned.)



Tea/Rose was an obvious choice. Black tea and homegrown flowers definitely top my list of simple pleasures. It smells like an English garden, not like your grandmother's sitting room.

I was sorely tempted by Under the Arbor (crushed grape leaves, wood, moss and earth) and In the Library (novels, leather, cloth and wood polish) but I settled for Memory of Kindness (tomato vines and fresh earth). It smells sharp and fresh.

I've been alternating them according to my mood. I only got the little sample sizes, and I'm pretty sure they will last for a very long time because it's completely undiluted and all you need is a couple dabs.