Fragrance can be a notorious fiend for memories. I'm highly against being a pessimist if I can help it, but there are few honest moments I can share. I doubt it's happened to many of you but has it ever happened that upon finding what you believe is your signature scent a series of sad incidents suddenly snowballed following its entry in your life? That was my story. To put it plain, I love Elie Saab Le Parfum. It's grown up but not old...and feminine but not flirty. To this day no other scent compares to how it suits this old soul. I ran out several months back and haven't topped up just yet because of budget cuts but I keenly intended to...that is until I caught a whiff, and suddenly some memories that had cleared the runway for ages came rushing back. So I thought...I'm certainly not going to replace my signature scent with something new (this really smells that good) but buying a new bottle of this can wait I feel...some things just still pinch a bit too much for comfort. 
It fills my head and takes me back. Some things don't need to change...but things can wait. Perfume is a thing...perfume can wait. Hearts require all the time they need.
