top of page
  • Writer's pictureVedashree Khambete Sharma

Scent of a Man

I bought a perfume today. And like a horribly unfaithful person, promptly fell in love with another scent just moments later.

I don’t usually buy perfume as often as say Archer or Koltrain or even MagicPants. But Escada Signature just sort of took hold of me today and I ended up spending an obscene amount for a tiny bottle. And just while I was paying for it, MagicPants gave me a whiff of Burberry London for men.

You know how some smells just trigger off mental images in you? Burberry London sparked off an entirely delightful set of those – beige linen, green meadow, coffee, amber, yellow light, wooden furniture, large glass windows, green eyes, smirks and so much more. I held the little white paper strip to my nose the whole time I was having my cappuccino (yes, Smiley, MagicPants and Mini-me were very amused).

What’s pissing me off is that both these perfumes seem so damn familiar. It’s like I know someone who wears them or wore them at some point. A long, long time ago.

Apparently a perfume smells different on different people. And apparently, you fall in love through your nose. All I know is this: if men were perfumes, I’d be hooked to this one for life.

1 view0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Has-Been / Yet-To-Be

I recently watched Kanan Gill's excellent stand-up special 'Is This It?' and it reminded me of this post I had written way back when. I'd written than two years before my first book came out and when

Privilege And The Pursuit of Excellence

The past couple of months have been a bit difficult on the personal front. The total and complete lack of a November post should have been a hint. But I thought why spam your inboxes and minds with a


Post: Blog2_Post
bottom of page