My lover wears Eau du Soir…she is definitely the woman in the white mercedes (except it is a black Alfa Romeo). When I first met her I inhaled all of her and was consumed with thinking of her; and it is true, I was left wondering if she liked me, if I would ever get close to her…she is French by the way, smart as a whip, strong and sexy, she is the boss just as I am, she drives too fast and will cut you down verbally if you are not her equal. She wears jeans with expensive holes. Or tight black skirts with boots. Or smooth white sweaters hugging every curve. Her figure will leave you gasping. I tried to find any way to get near her – all the time realizing it was going to be her decision and she would let me know if it would go further….Eighteen months later we were on a dance floor in Hong Kong late at night – she leaned into me and kissed me passionately. She revealed she always wanted me and finally allowed herself to show it…Two days later (why you ask! that’s a story for another time) we began a deep, romantic and passionate involvement which has spanned across the globe for nearly three years, meeting wherever we can, Whistler, Newport, Paris, Cardiff….

Now I have a small bottle of Eau du Soir in my top drawer. It is the essence of her. I am smitten.