ScentFan

Perfume deliveries at my house having morphed for the most part into deliveries of essential oils, absolutes and such---here's a pic of what's becoming my perfume organ, (or what's left of my initial purchases). Into the trash went my unwary acquisitions of what turned out to be fragrance oils, usually noxious imitations of the real thing. Next I gathered together the real but inferior essentials, usually...

One day I asked my husband if he was enjoying the soap I'd made. (I'd noticed a bar stayed untouched on his bathroom counter.) Quickly he confirmed it felt great on his skin then mumbled something about the smell. Apparently, though he liked it on me, "Scentfan by Appointment" (inspired by Shalimar/Roja's Haute Luxe), wasn't manly enough for him. A revelation. How could I have left my poor hubby,...