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Dear Le Labo, I had a lovely time while your perfume truck was in Palm Springs, but it still necessitated a 40 minute drive from my home. If you could get a smidgen closer next time, I’d be most grateful. May I suggest my neighbor Helene's garden at Number 32? It’s elegant with plenty of dappled shade. Let’s shoot for the Fall, so you can catch her late desert marigolds and I can get a bottle of ROSE 31 for the holidays. p.s. I am yet to square this with Helene.

Southbank Skate Park, London. I told you I was a social media creator and asked if you’d appear on my channel. You explained you were a much bigger social media creator and said you’d put me on yours. So we filmed each other for hours. Then I left without getting your details. Now I can't find you anywhere on social media. All I remember is you said you were wearing POIVRE 23, and it smelled dope.

Le Labo, Arts District, Los Angeles. Our gazes locked near the vintage basin, where my affinity for MUSC 25 perhaps hinted at my ambivalent nature. Or was it my Pisces pendant? Regardless, you recognized a fellow conspirator. With a knowing look, you beckoned me to a distressed chair, to share your clandestine plan: we would bribe the lab technician with Turkish Delights for City Exclusives. Your plot failed sadly, but count me in for future after-hours perfume escapades.

Crandon Park Beach, Miami. You were a few feet away from me in the crowd. It was a balmy summer night. I was wearing TABAC 28. We were watching the 4th of July fireworks when you got spooked by a roman candle and held my hand for the briefest of moments. You apologized as another one went off, so you didn’t hear me say it was “my honor.” I never saw you again. But these are the moments summer is all about.

Dallas, Texas. We met at a mutual friend's costume party. I was dressed as a Taco, while you had chosen Slender Man. I was drawn in by the allure of your BERGAMOTE 22, and even let your long creepy arm spritz me with it. I don’t know what you look like under all that garb, but it was scary how good you smelled.

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