Okay, imagine it’s the apocalypse. You think you are the only survivor in the city you live in; scavenging for food and water, breathing grit and sweating angst. You’ve barricaded yourself in at the local movie theater. After years of labor and countless instruction manuals; you finally got one of the film machines to work, so you’re settled in to watch the last Romantic Drama that was released before it all went south. You have popcorn in your lap and salt on your fingers. The music swells, you start to cry, when suddenly someone hands you a handkerchief. Slowly you turn and stare into the most beautiful face you have ever seen in your life. You are no longer alone. The joy, lust and terror you feel blends into an incandescent sway of rapture...this perfume smells like that.