The other night I stood in front of my perfume cabinet in frustration. I couldn’t find room for a newly purchased bottle of Revlon Intimate. In the leather and chypre area where ideally I’d store it, I couldn’t squeeze out a square inch without precipitating a domino-like tumble of decants. But what was this? My beloved bottle of L’Artisan Dzing! languished in a corner. How long had it been since I’d worn it? Six months? A year?
On a neighboring shelf I turned flat bottles sideways to try to create enough of a footprint for the Intimate. In reorienting Ungaro Diva and Paloma Picasso Paloma Eau de Toilette (why did I need both the Paloma Eau de Toilette and the Eau de Parfum when I hadn’t worn either in ages?) I knocked over a bottle of Jean Patou Chaldée, which thankfully hadn’t broken. That got me thinking of the wonderful Patou Ma Collection fragrances I’d squirreled away the shelf above. It’s the perfect season for Adieu Sagesse…
