Smell Ya Later

I have read a ton of magazine articles lately about perfume. Apparently, every woman needs a trademark smell; something that is specifically and divinely her scent. Thinking this is only achieved through the use of liquid from some unbelievably expensive bottle, I have been spritzing on samples every time I step foot in a department store lately to find "the one."

I've spent most of my life coated in light body sprays: the cheap kind from Bath and Body Works or Victoria's Secret. Coconut, Pina Colada, Vanilla, Cinnamon...anything sweetly food-scented. It makes sense: I hate flowers on my furniture and my skin. And because I prefer any scent that smells as though it was cooked on me, I've shied away from the heavy, floral, typically pricey, "old lady" scents. But I'm older now and I sorta figure I need to get my scent...that aroma that tells everyone within a ten-foot radius that I'm present.

After a month of searching for a money-wasting, teeny glass bottle of identity, I have been inundated lately with people complimenting me on how wonderful I smell. Apparently my usual cocktail of vanilla and coconut body sprays is utterly captivating. One girl told me she didn't even have to look up to know it was me when I walked in because I have this amazing scent.

Who knew? I was spending all this energy searching for my trademark scent, and come to find out, I already have one. A friend told me the other day that I smell like me. Score one for saving $75 on little glass bottles!