The first time I really thought about owning a fragrance was at the age of 11.
My brother and I were visiting my father, who was going to Europe on business, and he asked me if I wanted him to bring me back something.
The fact that he had even asked this question was pretty revolutionary, so I quickly asked if he could bring me some ‘channel perfume’. He laughed derisively and then corrected my pronunciation. I was mortified but it was worth the humiliation when he turned up with a bottle of Chanel No. 5. And so the addiction began.
Intricately related to my love of all things fragrant was my obsession with my nose. For as long as I can remember, I have had an issue with it. It reminded me of my father’s, and every time I thought I had come to terms with it, there would be a sneaky little reminder.
When my children were small – let’s face it, that’s when they are the harshest and truest critics, before they develop filters (oh, who am I kidding, that never happens) – they would say, ‘Mummy, you have a big nose.’ So, even though more thoughtful souls would reassure me that that my nose was ‘fine’, I never really believed them.
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I don't know if by now you have lost your sense of smell again but my friend had similar onset, asthma and nasal polyps, she is also allergic to ibuprofen and non steroidal anti-inflammatories. Her sense of smell returned with pregnancy- then went. She had the polyps removed also but her sense of smell went away again. Now she doesn't eat dairy and she has her sense of smell back