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A few years ago I discovered Burberry Brit on the counter at Dillards. I was instantly in love with the woody scent, but for some reason, I didn't buy it. I've thought about it since then, but by the time I actually wanted to buy it for my sweetie, I couldn't remember the name.

I finally bought it this weekend and couldn't contain my enthusiasm when I asked my dear sweet manly husband to close his eyes and hold out his hands. He rolled them at me and smirked. That reaction shot flames out my ears and I waved him off with a, "I don't even want to deal with you right now."

Moments later I was apologizing for snapping and embarrassing him. I gave him the cologne. He immediately said something about how he much he wouldn't get a chance to wear it, and it was all over.

He licked his wounds. I was deflated.

The next night, I crawled into bed and leaned over to kiss him goodnight. I couldn't help but notice the scent of cologne along the base of his neck. Nor could I miss the smiled that stretched across his face. Sure enough, it was the perfect scent for him.

And in that moment I felt like the queen of the world.

Comments

Christy said…
You'll laugh at this - that is my absolute favorite cologne, too. Actually, I wear the girls' version of it......
Anonymous said…
I am so glad that all worked out...Not that I was worried.
frabjouspoet said…
C - I need to check out the girls' version.

Anon - Good to know.

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