High on Escada

I'm in love. With my perfume.

I've been searching for that perfect scent. The one that I don't get tired of. The one that doesn't give me a headache. The one that's the perfect combination of fruity and floral and HEAVEN.

Well, I've found it. And I think I'm addicted. I love it so much that I periodically smell my wrist or my shirt throughout the day. By "periodically", I mean every 15 minutes. I walk into a room and think, "What smells good?" Then I have to stop and think, "Oh yeah, that's me!"

Kevin just shakes his head and laughs at me. What he doesn't know is that I'm now searching for a male equivalent of this heavenly scent.