Thanks to this man and his inimitable fragrances over the years, my mother was easily located around the corner of any store aisle -humming absently, as a general rule, mildly shocked that such family drama could be taking place on her behalf just a few feet away. No small deal when one is about seven and ready to scream for help at the prospect of being lost. Before the advent of Code Adam in big stores and cell phones, we had Mother's tendency to hum and her love for YSL's
Paris to fall back on. Never overpowering, just a whiff around some corner at the needed time -a memory, almost - and you were surely on the right trail.
To a hardy partier, top flight designer and spiffily dressed perfumer- may he rest in peace.
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