The story.

The story is a very simple one.

I love fragrance.

I only review fragrances I really like. 

My mother has a great sense of smell.  She always has.  Growing up, she often was "smelling something funny."  We had dogs and cats.  My sister and I played sports.  We owned a horse and would horseback ride.  We hiked.  We had friends over all the time.  We partied.  We owned a larger home and guests would stay often.  My dad's parents lived with us in the summers.  My dad's sister lived with us every few years.

There were lots of smells in our house.

Like my mother, I have a keen sense of smell.  My final step in acknowledging this unique sense was about eight years ago.  We had bought our second home.  After we moved in and the paint dried, I smelled something funny.  I asked the contractor to open up the front hallway wall.  There lie a dead mouse.  Enough said.

- Vincent