Monday, September 20, 2010

The fragrance fetischist

I promised to tell you all about the strange and wonderful people that stop by this shop daily. Here's me keeping that promise.

Today this older man in his sixties-something entered and went straight forward towards the counter. The man gave me a big smile and my immediate thought was "He wants to sell something, or recruit me to a cult, could be a scientologist. Or polygamist like the ones in the show 'Big Love' or maybe..." I didn't even finish my speculations about his intentions 'til he bursted:

- WOW! It smells great in here. Is it you? Do you exhume this lovely scent? It's coming from you, isn't it?
- Oh, thank you, but no. It's probably the store.
- NO NO! It's you! You smell sooo good! Let me smell you!
- Uhhmm, no it's ok. It's not me, I don't know what it is but it's not me.
- I know it's you! You smell so good! Exotic! Like inscence! You know what?
- No, what?
- You look like someone. Let me think who you remind me of... uhmm... what's her name? Ingrid Bergman's daughter. The one she had with the Italian man. Do you know who? She's old now, but she was a model.
- No, I'm sorry (although I did know who he was referring to, I just didn't want to encourage him) But it sounds like a compliment, so thank you very much.
- Yes, YES! It's most certainly a compliment! It's my way of saying you are beautiful! Can I please smell you now?

Dear Lord.

                                         Stunning woman with her own perfume line

Just for the record. I look nothing like Isabella Rossellini. I am very aware of that.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This Is Isabella. Don't fool us.