On our way home from California we had a lengthy layover at the London airport. Though not lengthy enough to visit the Queen over tea. Knowing, if we sat down we would fall asleep in a heartbeat. The only option was to stroll the airport corridors and eye pretty things.
We went into a Cosmetic shop.
A young man walked up to us, handsome, sleek back hair and well dressed. He was a salesclerk trying to seduce Chelsea with his sales pitch for a perfume by Narciso Rodriguez. He dabbed some on the nape of her neck. The perfume gave way to a million flower petals hinting amber, musk and honey. In a second I was transported to Egypt, caressing the Nile as I sailed on silk... (thank God, the young man dabbed Chelsea's neck with perfume and not mine!) The perfume was intoxicating, floating over my head like music... it was glorious. I was sold.
But before I could tell him, I'd take it, a stylish hipster walked into the shop. The young man caught her eye. Seduction was his business, in which he was a champion. He asked her if she would like a touch of Rodriguez... but before he could release another word, she said, oh so cool and casually, "I wear Rodriguez, only in winter."
Burst my bubble, and call me a country girl. I never knew such a thing!
The perfume's spell took on newer and deeper meaning, "...Rodriguez only in winter."
Photo: A painting of a young maiden between heaven and earth. At the Chateau de Chenonceau.