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Have been out of the blogosphere latley, due to the illness and death of my father-in-law, so I'm late to the (wedding) party here but I had to jump in and comment on this one. My 19th wedding anniversary was Monday, and as that fell between Bill's death and funeral, we didn't feel much like celebrating. However, my husband gave me a how to describe this thing? a written promise to buy me a fragrance that we both like. It was goofy and sweet, and I know I'll have fun getting him to smell things with me.I don't think I wore any fragrance at my wedding. It was hectic, and I wasn't interested in perfume at the time; I think right before the ceremony I had a moment of regret for not asking to borrow my mother's No. 5. At the time, I was wearing the very, very last drops from a 15-year-old bottle of original Chloe edt, and occasionally Revlon Xia Xi'ang (nice soft ambery rose), and the woody-aquatic-ambery weirdie Coty Aspen for Women, and couldn't really square any of them with my wedding attire. My bouquet did have roses, carnations, and freesias in it, though, so I did carry a little bit of scent with me.If I were getting married again, or rather renewing vows, I'd probably choose two drops' worth of Amoureuse, gorgeous honeyed white floral thing. Or possibly the very romantic Chamade, or J'Adore L'Absolu, or the original Kate Spade scent, of which I have a sample: tuberose, jasmine, lily of the valley, gardenia, and honeysuckle. Very pretty stuff, impossible to find these days.
