II.
Your first perfume and the way it made you feel.
I was twelve when my best friend visited New Orleans - this would have been a two day drive in the pale yellow Cadillac (with fin tails to give you a hint of the era). An adventure to the big city. On return she presented me with a tiny bottle that i’d imagined came from a secret backstreet distillery.
I locked my bedroom door and sink to the floor unscrewing the top to inhale. Breathing in what smelt sweet and floral and like the future.