There is a stout, blue bottle of perfume that has been sitting in my bathroom cabinet for the last decade; a gift on my wedding day. I wear its scent on the odd special occasion, but in truth, I hardly ever use it. I like the idea of having a sensorial record of a particular moment trapped in that bottle, and I am intent on seeing how long I can keep the scent before its contents evaporate. Even then, I will probably keep the bottle.
Otherwise, I turn to Claus Porto's Agua de Colonia.
I've worn their Geranium Saldalwood in the past, but this one is my usual fragrance. A spicy yet delicate blend that, when used in the morning, runs whatever remnants of lethargy my usual cup of Ginger tea may have missed. It is, perhaps, the most indulgent part of my daily ritual. Wearing it involves giving the sent some time to air out and waiting for it to settle on my skin before I dress.
It has become one of the moments I look forward to - that restful time of preparation before one encounters whatever the day holds. I keep it close by with a handful of other finishing touches - my watch, three pearl earrings for my three piercings, a few mineral and crystal touchstones...
On most days, these are all the fineries I need.
Pink Magano Calcite
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