Friday I stepped onto the elevator at work with a 60ish African American woman with distinguished wrinkles and a peacoat and hat.
"Are you wearing Egyptian Musk?" I asked.
"Yes I am. Does your wife wear it?" she responded.
"No," I smiled. No need to explain. "But I wish she did, I love it."
"I mix mine with lavender and rose. I think it smells very nice."
"I think so too."
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