The Story of a Perfume
I open the bottle with pure essence of my perfume, Adelina’s Dreams. A hit of something familiar and intimate runs through my body and I relax with a sigh. The fragrance wakes me up to who I am somewhere deep inside. A part of me that I never really met feels at home, as the perfume soothes needs that I do not remember. The open drawer I am looking at has many colorful bottles with all the scents I collected over the years. A couple of small artisanal bottles are empty, the ones with the thermal-printed label saying “Adelina’s Dreams”. They were holding the diluted eau de parfum created from the original essence. The Base It feels not so long ago. I am sitting at Odilia’s table, facing the window to her beautiful wild garden. Hundreds of small essential oil bottles organized on layered trays and categorized by rules known only by her. She expertly presents a selection of bottles. We are starting with the base notes. I am to smell first, no reading labels. Let it not be a creation of...