How It All Began

  I shall begin by introducing Scents and Sensibility.  With names changed to protect the guilty, I am Spicy (my preferred scent of course) and my dearest friend ever we shall refer to as Vintage, not her preferred scent, but how I think of her. 

  A few weeks ago Vintage and I were shopping.  A fairly typical Saturday afternoon activity for two twenty something women.  As the sun began setting on our fair, small town, the stores began to close and we hurried to make one more stop before returning to our car.  This was a stop I, the hippy gal of our duo, wanted to make.  We had parked in front of an aromatherapy store, and I wanted to go in before we left.  We walked into the store just about five pm and proceded to wander for a good half hour.  I could not find what I wanted (camomile and bergomont essential oils for some candles), but Vintage found something she wanted.  Fourteen dollars later Vintage had two bottles in hand, rose and sandlewood, and we discovered the store we were in had closed thirty minutes before.
  That night we sat in Vintage's room and looked up how to make perfume.  Vintage was more than a little disappointed to discover the two oils she had purchased were not enough, so we decided to head to the mall in hopes of finding what we needed to finish off her scent.  While we found exactly nothing, we did decide that this would be fun and we would spend our spare time becoming amateur perfumers.
  After buying a $6.00 bottle of vodka that smelled like a good whiff could give you a hang over, we decided to play despite not having enough essential oils.  Despite the fact that it turned out bland and uninspiring, we were having to much fun to turn back now.
P.S. The $6.00 vodka was purely for perfume.  Vintage doesn't like Vodka and I refuse to drink anything but the best!