Since autumn is my favorite season for so many reasons, not least of which is that clean slate feel, the getting-down-to-learning-business and the smell of bouquets of sharpened pencils (Oh, how You’ve Got Mail warms my heart!), it’s no surprise that I’m completely won over by Jubilation 25. Surely a bottle or at least a decant is in my future.

A mere 6 months later and here I am, unable to keep my nose away from my wrist. Oh my; this is good stuff.

This evening when I dabbed a tiny amount on, hesitantly, slowly, a little scared (I didn’t like the way it smelled in the decant bottle), the first thing I thought was “oh no, I hope this comes off easily; what have I done?” Then I thought I smelled something bordering on sweet pee, yes pee, not pea. I know … And I apologize I just could not pin down the biting, almost acrid smell.

Then as quickly as I felt I had made a mistake, I knew I had not. I sensed that trip through the Garden of Eden, just as Angela described. I equate those first few seconds of unpleasantness to the physical pain that often accompanies the first few seconds of the very act this scent alludes to ..you know, before it dissolves into sweetness and pleasure.

I am not demure, but I cannot in good taste describe the physical and mental reaction this is causing in me. Let’s just say: I don’t simply feel sexy, I feel as if all sex itself came from me. I am Eve, I am the snake, I am the Garden. I am in love!

Angela, you nailed this. My goodness…you nailed it.