Then this morning, tragedy happened. I accidentally spilled the whole bottle!
Ouch, that's like a few hundred dollars gone!
Now my cupboard and my hands are full of fragrance. Luckily the fragrance of Chanel No. 5 is not very strong, otherwise i'd smell like a walking perfume (which i totally hate when women wear their perfume too strong).
Now, now, is that another sign? If every drop of perfume that was given to me by 贝 really signified his love, then that's probably why even tha last small bottle gotta be drained out after the closure last night.
Sigh, i guess i gotta buy myself a new bottle at Changi duty free shop on my next trip.
Labels: love