Musée International de la Parfumerie (and a Story)
?Better lucky than smart,? Beverly said. I certainly felt lucky. I?d only met her in person the day before, yet here I was, glass of rosé in hand, seated on her terrace in the south of France, the lights of Valbonne in the valley below mirroring the stars.
Almost nine years ago, a friend and I stopped into an estate sale, and I came away with a four dollar bottle of Lucien Lelong Indiscret parfum (the story and a mini-review are here). A few years later, a stranger ? Beverly ? wrote to me saying that her mother had worn Indiscret, and would I send her a sample" Her mother had died when Beverly was only 18, more than fifty years earlier. I sent her the bottle...
?Better lucky than smart,? Beverly said. I certainly felt lucky. I?d only met her in person the day before, yet here I was, glass of rosé in hand, seated on her terrace in the south of France, the lights of Valbonne in the valley below mirroring the stars. Almost nine years ago, a friend and I stopped into an estate sale, and I came away with a four dollar bottle of Lucien Lelong Indiscret parfum (the story and a mini-review are here). A few years later, a stranger ? Beverly ? wrote to me saying that her mother had worn Indiscret, and would I send her a sample" Her mother had died when Beverly was only 18, more than fifty years earlier. I sent her the bottle…
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