One of the things I enjoy in life is perfume, though sometimes I go for a few days without consciously wearing any. I like to layer up, so the perfume I start the day with is not the one I end up with, usually. I'm careful how I wear it. Too much bothers me, and if I have it on my wrists, sometimes it can be too much even for me, so I spray a stronger perfume -- or one that might be iffy -- on my ankles, and it wafts up at a better level. I enjoy it for me, though it is part of the atmosphere that is me.
I have a friend who is bothered by almost any degree of perfume, but it is rare that anything I wear bothers her.
Well, along with that, not wearing it in copious quantities, I rarely use a bottle up, and I rarely get either negative or positive comments from the world at large. Only those close to me comment.
Years ago, I used to force myself to finish a bottle before I bought another one, but that got old, and it also took the pleasure out of wearing it. And now, I wish I had some of my own vintage bottles back because many perfumes have been re-engineered for a variety of reasons and they are not what they used to be, even in memory. I keep mine out of the light, so none of the ones I own have ever gone bad.
One of my favorites is Kenzo Amour Perfume 
Here are the notes: Notes: frangipani, cherry tree blossom, thanaka wood, vanilla, incense, Chinese white tea.
Karin
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