When my dear Grandma passed away one of the most treasured possessions I took from her was her bottles of perfume. She was always such a glamarous, proud, dignified lady. She spent alot of time on her appearance and loved fashion. She always smelt so pretty. She was also a lady who always had pockets and handbags stuffed with handkerchiefs smelling of her lovely perfumes. Grandma's little bottles of perfumes are now so precious to me. Every time I feel the need, I press my nose against the little metallic top just near the spray and sniff in the beautiful scent of my dear Grandma. Occasionally I actually wear one of her perfumes to fully embrace myself in her, but this is a special treat. YSL Riva Gauche and Gloria Vanderbilt were her favourites.
One of my favourite perfumes is Michael Kors. A perfume I bought in Paris when Kim and I got engaged. This scent therefore is so reminiscent of that very special butterflies in the tummy feeling of being newly engaged, feeling full of excitement and love of what a rosie future lies ahead. Very useful when I'm feeling abit grouchy with Kim. One little squirt and Kim's the best husband all over again.