These affairs – always flings, rarely long-term, never exclusive, amicable break-ups – have included old-school classics (Robert Piguet’s Fracas), insider favourites (Byredo Flowerhead) and everything in between. My conquests have been so numerous that, if translated to notches on the bedpost, even the most liberal might raise an eyebrow. Needless to say, I am a perfume lover. Recently, however, my nose caused me to question this because, somewhat inexplicably, all the scents I adored became anathema to me.
— Funmi Fetto writes about her promiscuous relationship with perfume in Is it time to divorce your scent? at The Telegraph.