Sweet Smell of the Past

I feel marginally better, but work was uh, busy, and I felt pooped when I got home, so, other than looking at blogs and photos on flickr, and a bit of writing, I didn't do much and have nothing for you guys, so I'm cribbing from the post I put up earlier on I Miss My Childhood, because I'm not opposed to cheating if I admit it.



My uncle gave them to me when I was 8 or 9, or thereabouts. I really don't remember, except that I was fairly young. Before he got married and had his own kids, he gave me the best presents. He also gave me a locket, which one of these days, I might remember to take a pic of. But these French perfumes were amazing. Very grown-up. And I never opened them. I could smell them anyway, and decided they would be nice to keep in my underwear drawer. The effect of the scents has faded over the years, but if I hold the bottles to my nose, I can still smell the sweet scents. It is interesting though, that while none of the bottles have ever been opened, the contents have been evaporating at different rates, with some bottles almost empty while the others have a fair amount of perfume remaining.

Feeling:

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