Have you ever smelt a smell so good that you have to do everything in your power to know what it is? Normally, for me this is reserved to baked goods and meals infused with garlic, but recently I had it happen with a perfume. Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille.
I was in an extremely packed rooftop bar in Manhattan, and I got a waft of what can only be described as the sexiest scent ever as my friend and I stood there clutching our drinks hoping that a table would free up soon. As we scouted, doing a complete 360, a woman and her friend, who were also scouting for a table, sauntered past. It was a nanosecond but also love at first sniff. Immediately, I turned to my friend and shouted over the music, “Someone smells incredible!” By the time he pointed out who he thinks it was, she was rushing away so I chased her. I chased a woman through a bar, weaving through drinks and people and picture-taking and dancing to find out what scent she was wearing, praying she wouldn’t gate-keep it.
