Smelling Sweet
Smell is important, there’s no doubting that. I know this from person experience, as anyone who has to squeeze onto the 08.03 to Waterloo will tell you. I can literally buckle at the knees at first sniff of the great unwashed. True, it’s a rare occurrence during commuter hours but thereafter we’re all fair game. These people can come from nowhere, sitting next to you or making like a sardine by your side in the over packed carriage, smelling like something the cat dragged in. Ugh, particularly bad on hang over days.
Priding myself on smelling sweetly at all moments, I always carry my Kisu perfume with me. I love it so, I simply don’t want to stop breathing in. Of course I do, because that would be plain stupid and purple isn’t such a good look in the face department. My handy handbag size atomiser can also help deodorise those nearest and smelliest with the careful use of spritzing, particularly useful on public transport. Now EVERYONE smells lovely.
