Scent beats time

I often store memories through taste.

Even with the passage of time, the familiar smell wafts over, it can still wake me up soberly, those memories that I thought were vague. In my memory, there are people who have drifted away and never seen each other, and there are also fragments of time that have been forgotten in the corner.

I was picking out perfumes at Chanel last week, and the lady at the counter first came up with 1957. She said that this is a very gentle, very popular fragrance. She sprayed it lightly on the test strip, and the smell was dense in the air, which was gentle and had a story. But not mine.

"This must not be my fragrance."

Then she took out the sycamore shadow wood, which was clear and steady, exuding a wooden atmosphere layer by layer. Only those who have a heart that has tightened their desires and who have forbearance can be worthy of this fragrance. It's beautiful, but it doesn't belong to me either.

Lion, is my perfume. The combination of labdanum and patchouli gives off a strong prairie scent, with the alertness and overwhelming power of a lion, swearing that wherever the scent goes, it is its territory, majestic and inviolable.

Slowly, the scent morphs into a Middle Eastern spice blend, strong and settled. With the rays of the setting sun hitting the temple dome and the long prayers, the lions waited quietly and fell asleep slowly.

Born in August, Lady Gabrielle Chanel is a fearless Leo. Me too.

So I took this fragrance with me to beat time.