I am not, in general, someone who loves perfume. I do not have a signature scent, I can count on my two hands the number of times I actually bought perfume for myself, and I somehow almost always forget to spritz on some before stepping out of the house and into the rest of my day. I was always the one who survived happily on baby cologne — Johnson’s, Angel’s Breath, Bien Etre (who remembers that one?), Gotas D’Oro, Tartine Et Chocolat, Nenuco and Bench Bubble Gum. Almost in that order through the years.