JADE DAISY PERFUMES

My first recollection of perfume was at my grandmother's house in a small town near the south side of Chicago. I loved to lock my self in her bathroom and admire the vast array of perfumes displayed on a beautiful round mirrored tray with gold filigree. I would carefully pick up each bottle, smelling the gorgeous aroma of each perfume, never daring to actually put it on. But I could not resist the dusting powder. Carefully listing the glass lid, I'd take out the soft, delicate powder puff and traced the perfume powder across my little arm. I felt so feminine and so elegant

When I wasn't sneaking into my grandmother's perfumes, I was running up and down the alleys behind her house cutting lilacs from the copious lilac bushes growing through the neighbor's chain link fences. The opulent beauty of those tiny blossoms astounded me. I saved some flowers to place in tiny vases.

But I wanted mostly to wear the lilac. I crushed them into a perfume portion and insisted everyone wear it. I beamed with pure joy when my grandma said it was her favourite of all perfumes.

As I entered adulthood, I found that the perfumes of the 1980s was incredibly confusing and frustrating to me. I'd always loved sent so much, but there was such a disconnect between the aromatic treasure I recalled from my childhood on my grandmother's mirrored tray and the commercial fragrances being sold in stores.

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