I knew it had to happen sometime, but I really hate it when something breaks in the mail, and especially when it was a little gift for someone else. I had gotten a couple of Bond No. 9 Wall Street samples for a goodie bag for a friend’s son and they arrived just the other day. But I knew I was in trouble and a perfume disaster looming when I opened the padded envelope and the scent hit me with a wallop.
Upon opening, I found one vial had gotten completely cracked in two; the other seemed intact, although its wrapper was ruined, bubbling up, and drenched in scent. It might be OK, albeit unwrapped. But despite the obvious ruined gift, you know what was the worst part? Black ink all over my hands that I’m having a whale of a time getting rid of, that and fingers smelling to high heaven of a scent that’s not really my cup of tea.
When DH gets home tonight, I know he’s going to walk in the door, take one sniff, and give me “the look,” which basically asks, “For the love of Pete, what have you been up to?”
I know, wah, wah, wah, whine, whine whine. It’s a tough life, isn’t it? 🙂
But I’m just counting my blessings it wasn’t something nearly irreplaceable, like Attrape Coeur or Theorema or some other discontinued lovely. Now that would have been cause for inconsolable weeping.
Some might say, oh, it’s just spilled perfume, but we frag lovers would beg to differ, because it is so very, very disappointing. Especially when it’s a rare, impossible-to-find scent that we adore, and then it’s more than a disaster, it’s a real tragedy, out-and-out heartbreaking.
Anyhoo, please share your perfume mishap/disaster/crisis, and we can all commiserate with you.