When i was young, I doubt if there'd be a day when I'd like perfume, I used to think that they resemble the whiskey on the shelf...not particularly tasteful.. But as we grow older, we realize the power of scent. Picking up a beautiful wooden bottle from a few months ago, immediately brought back the scenes from the cold streets and a mixed feeling of joy and uncertainties.
Was it just my imagination, or does it really connect to our senses?
Imagine if my job requires me to buy fresh flowers everyday... will our dream come true?
to-do list remains long...