Habit Rouge Sport Guerlain 2009

We have been friends for a while now, Habit and I; you get to know each other and somehow know how to 'take' the other. He hasn't brought me roses for a long time; perhaps that's because I no longer wear those trashy high heels that go up to the knee with leather straps.
And when Habit puts on his stylish red sports outfit, it's clear, we meet for at most a citrusy half-hour jogging top notes workout before counting the pods together on the veranda of the Motel Jasmin, under the night Vanilla Sky.

It's heartbreaking that he is not with me; because Habit and I have the makings of a collective pronoun.