While organizing my perfume cabinet, it was like opening Pandora’s Box. My first bottle of perfume was Dior Poison; another is Chanel No.5, I love the name and fame; then there’s lighter scents from Estee Lauder, Pleasure, more light-hearted and playful… going through these old perfumes is like going back to the past, they each sparkle of different mood, different flavor of life.
Now I don’t use perfume, preferring the natural scents of nature: seasonal flowers, fresh cut grass, or fresh rain on the dirt. Opening those old bottles is like seeing the old self, in an AI version: Artificial Impression. But it served an indispensable role in a season of my life.