perfume: Callio Fragrance c/o

My loyalty to Callio Fragrance is unwavering. I still dabble here and there, collecting fragrances for my growing personal perfume vault, but I always come back to my tried and true scents. Of course you guys know how much I die for Adele. I've waxed poetic about the luxurious aroma of blackberry and rose in Adele here and here and I guarantee I'm going to do it again this winter, but today I'm going to fawn over Summer. I can't quite put my finger on why I love it, but it reminds me of something from my childhood. A generic concept or recurring experience of some sort; not quite a specific memory or event.

Maybe the summer camp I attended smelled like the exact combination of peaches and freesia found in Summer. Or possibly the back room of my dad's office, where I would hangout after school throughout elementary school, felt identical to the way Summer smells. I don't know what it is, but every time I spritz myself it just feels so familiar. It could even be that Summer in and of itself is the scent of old memories. I bet anyone could smell it and feel like they're reliving some kind of childhood bliss. Or maybe it's just all in my head. But do I really need an explicit reason to love a perfume? At the end of the day it's all about how great I'm going to smell tomorrow when I'm getting coffee with my friend leaving a faint trail of Summer behind me.