... would smell as sweet.

It shouldn’t be this big of a deal, but it is.
I’ve been trying to decide whether or not to change my perfume.

I’ve been wearing Soft Musk from Avon for twenty years. I like it. I really have no reason to stop wearing it except that the only place I can get it is through Avon. And I really don’t feel right dragging an Avon lady to my house just so I can order two bottles of perfume. Usually, they feel the need to do a whole presentation of all their products (because I‘m “new”), and by the time they realize I really do only want perfume, we are both disappointed.

Besides, two bottles last me a long time.
So long that by the time they run out, I’ve changed addresses and have to find a new Avon lady.
And explain to her that I don’t need the whole presentation while she doesn’t believe me.

*sigh*

Well, it’s been ten years since my last purchase, and I’m down to the bottom of my second bottle.
And yes, I’ve moved.

Being the beginning of Christmas shopping season (what happened to Thanksgiving, people?), there are large displays of fragrances at the department stores. I stumbled across such a display earlier this week and several of the scents were of a Musk nature. I picked one that seemed to smell attractive through the packaging and bought it.

A four dollar gamble. Oo.

The next day, I sprayed some on and instructed the husband to sniff me.
“Hm,” he said. “Smells like some sort of baking spice.”
”Yeah!” I agreed. “All day I’ve been thinking of cookies!”
He buried his face against my neck. ”Give me a minute. I’ll tell you which kind of cookie.”

You see, I had chosen Vanilla Musk.

After he resurfaced and got a glass of milk, the husband asked to smell my current bottle of Soft Musk.
One sniff.
“Yeah. That smells like you.”

Well. There's my answer.
I can't go around smelling like some other woman.
Or her cookies.

I have to hunt down a new Avon lady.
Wish her luck.