My perfume collection. Among these unique perfume bottles, there are a few that I treasure, even though they may be empty or close to it. The round bottle was my mother’s perfume. I remember watching her apply this perfume before she and my dad would go out. My mother was much more girly than me, even a diva at times.
The smallest bottle on my tray is from one of the first boys who ever kissed me. He was a sailor during the Vietnam war and the perfume is very expensive. In fact, the only place you can buy it is in Paris and this year I bought myself another bottle. I love this fragrance.
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