Indeed, Vol de nuit perfume has become my addiction. Whenever my supply runs low, serious effort is expended to ensure procurement of a new bottle before the old one is dry. I have been known to go to extreme measures to replenish my supply.

Vol de Nuit Perfume

Long ago during the summer of our youth, Himself returned from a business trip with a gift that changed my life forever: He presented me with my first bottle of Vol de nuit perfume. Since that time, I've never truly been the same. I still dabble occasionally with White Shoulders and Narcisse. Obsession and Green Tea are welcome on my dressing table--my tastes in scent remain eclectic. But it is the Vol de nuit that friends remark upon and new acquaintances ask about. It is Vol de nuit that clings to my sweaters and jackets. It is Vol de nuit that announces to all and sundry that She has recently passed this way. The other fragrances are mere flirtations. As all my family and friends know, Vol de nuit has long since become my signature scent.

For example, as He and I approached our 34th wedding anniversary, my then-current bottle was over two-thirds empty. This meant that the possibilities for negotiating my re supply were, um, promising. Vol de nuit has an exotic spicy fragrance that overlays just a hint of musk. It is neither overpowering nor subtle, and it tends to accentuate each wearer's body chemistry in a way that is as unique as the individual herself. The result is a wondrously earthy sensuality that is the aromatic counterpart of a low raspy voice.