She had come to Venice by herself. A special getaway from the stresses of daily life in the States. She brought only her passport, some clothes, and, of course, her perfume.
As she explored the Venetian canals in a gondola, she took in the beauty of this romantic city, its passionate men, enchanting architecture, and exquisite cuisine.
She took D’Amore out of her purse, spritzed her neck lightly, and laughed ironically at its name. A perfume named Love and I’m single, she thought.
Notes of fresh Italian bergamot, sensual Cypress oil, and sweet pink grapefruit softly drifted into the balmy Venetian air. Lush lily, dewy jasmine, elegant cyclamen, and deep blond woods danced with warm vanilla, earthy patchouli, smoky vetiver, spicy tonka bean, soothing sandalwood, and clean musk as D’Amore gently unfolded its many fragrant layers.
Her gondolier, a Venetian with raven hair and deep-set brown eyes, looked down at her, and said, “Signora, Quanto è Bella!”
She blushed. She knew enough Italian from her days as an undergrad at Princeton. “Yes, it is beautiful,” she replied, catching a sweet whiff of D’Amore.