the ones that don't announce themselves

Something about woody leather on cold skin hits differently than on warm. This one opened with something almost sharp, then softened into itself over twenty minutes. I kept coming back to it through the day without meaning to.

Just wore it.

Vanilla that doesn't read sweet. That's the only way I can explain it. Oriental, smooth, the kind of thing you spray at 7am and still find on your wrist at midnight, barely changed.

Apple and bergamot with incense underneath, which is either nothing or everything depending on how the light is sitting. It's the one I reach for when I can't decide. Light but not forgettable.

Warm leather, wood, something just barely dark at the base. The MEMO one sat on my skin in a way I didn't expect from something at this price. It's been a few weeks now and I still think about it when I open my drawer.

Still thinking about this one.