Just as some women can tell you exactly what they wore or what they weighed at every significant event in their lives, I can tell you what perfume I was wearing. As a child, I loved to sniff the flask on my mother’s dresser, a cobalt blue bottle called Evening in Paris, whose name conjured up smoke and midnight blue swirling taffeta.
— From Confessions of a Perfume Slut at Huffington Post.