The Agony and Ecstasy of A Signature Perfume

I finally found one, and all hell broke loose!

Here is a secret nobody knows: all my life I’ve dreamed of finding a signature perfume. Why is the concept so compelling? I only know what I feel, that it lives down in the dark but fertile intersection of identity, vanity and hope. The first two are obvious hooks, but the last is the sneakiest and most seductive. It is the hope of living beyond the spa…