the ones that open slowly

Six options and I kept gravitating toward the same one without deciding to. That is probably something worth noting.

Oriental. Floral. Woody. The words are accurate but they don't explain the feeling. It sits close to the skin.

Something about the warmth in this one. Fruity but not sweet in the obvious way. Creamy in a way that reads as skin, not food.

I wore it on a Tuesday. Nothing happened. which is either nothing or everything.

Floral without the fuss. The kind of scent that could belong to someone you'd see once in a dim hallway and think about later.

Small box. Feels considered.

Woody floral leather. Three things that have no business working together this quietly. It's been a few weeks now and I still reach for it on the days I want to feel assembled without trying.

Seventy-five ml of something I don't have a word for