Essays on fragrance and wear, grounded in a real, dated record.
At sixty days, French Riviera had become the centre of my summer rotation. It accounted for sixteen of the latest twenty-six wears, helped by a Florida holiday when it was the only fragrance I had packed.
French Riviera: 16 of 26 wears
French Riviera took over my summer. The diary showed the repetition; the days themselves explained what it meant.
15 of 19 bottles worn in 30 days
I'd spent a year trying to break my seasonal rules. Recording thirty days caught me quietly keeping a new one.