Today I tried a perfume I used to wear as a late teen, imagining that, as smells so often do, I would be transported to a time of BonJovi and teen crushes. Instead I sniffed an insipid limp excuse of a perfume that reminded me of a grandmother's bathwater. I am now realising I will never be able to recapture the real smell of my 1990s. Depressing.
Have you had anything similar?
Possibly not the most uplifting thread, but maybe we can warn each other to avoid future shattered dreams?!