I wanted to like it

There is a perfume called "Beauty". As you may have picked up, "Beauty" is one of my favourite words. I like to see beauty in people . I look for beauty in the world. I find beauty whenever I look (well maybe not at the airport X ray machines!). And if I don't see it, I look again. It's always there.

So when I saw the perfume on the shelf, I felt compelled to try it. I desperately wanted to like it."Beauty". It's kind of like a promise the product is making. Who doesnt get lured in by that promise? Who doesn't want that?

As a rule, I don’t wear perfume, I tend to go for natural smells. I don’t mean sweat or pee, but you know what I mean, natural and light fragrances. Perfumes are often laced with a strong alcohol smell that I find overwhelming, so I tend to steer clear.

So I sauntered over to the glitzy counter and took a squirt.

I am wearing it now, and I have to say I rather like it.

Do any of you know it? Any of you wear it? What do you think?

If any of you are out at the weekend, pop by the counter and have a whiff. Let me know.

As I sit here now, I am liking it, yet I am trying to distinguish between wanting to like it and really liking it.

I will let you know.

This is a tough one and my brain might just be playing tricks on me!