• Vedashree Khambete Sharma

Scent of a Man


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.

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