Scents are fascinating things. They can be the olfactory manifestation of a single breed of flower, or of a whole garden of botanicals. They can evoke a particular mood (like Tom Ford’s Violet Blonde). Or they can be a place, bottled up and captured like the simultaneous memory of all the sights and sounds of a single day. That’s what Tom Ford’s Lavender Palm is. It’s a summer’s day in California, pressed into a bottle.
Putting on such a fragrance is the equivalent of an unusual form
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