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When I was moving back to the states after 6 months in Paris, I found that I had acquired a lot in that half year. Just after saying good-bye to a large group of Christmas holiday guests, I had a day and a half to pack and mail back anything that wouldn't fit in my 2 suitcases, as well as cleaning out the apartment! Running out of time, money, and physical endurance for the whole brutal process, in the final hours I made a hasty decision about a bag of miscellaneous, less valued miniature masculine-market perfumes--I would have to discard them, while keeping a shoebox of more carefully selected masculine minis. But it turns out that I must have put (much earlier) my mini of Jean Patou "Voyageur" in the art deco ship in that bag, because it didn't fit in the shoebox! The mini Voyageur had come in the first set of mini's I ordered from Ebay in Paris, at a time when I knew nothing about perfume, and it was a lovely curiosity. I certainly meant to keep it... Now, as I explore other vintage Patou scents like Normandie, that little ship flacon haunts me...
And you? What are the perfumes that got away but that are forever lodged in the "melancholy"-region of your brain?
That ship has sailed... But not in my memory.

And you? What are the perfumes that got away but that are forever lodged in the "melancholy"-region of your brain?
That ship has sailed... But not in my memory.
