I took W to the park earlier today and on passing a couple of gossiping girls I caught the unmistakeable whiff of Jean Paul Gaultier La Femme. I was instantly transported back to my sixteen year old self. Young, confident, vibrant and hopelessly in love with a wrong 'un. It was amazing the rush, and strength, of emotions and memories brought about by a simple quick smell of a perfume that I used to wear. It got me thinking. I guess we all relate certain smells with certain memories or feelings. Here are some of mine... Chanel No. 5, my wedding day. Tom Ford Leather, Mr ...
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