Perfume and love have been interconnected in my life. I love perfumery. I once incorrectly told a master perfumer that “j’adore le parfum” (equivalent to: I “like” perfume) when I really meant to say “j’aime le parfum” (that I “love” perfume). He shook his head with great disappointment and quickly told me that my “adoring/liking” perfume was not enough. And he was right, you cannot just like perfume. You have to love it.
I chased after perfumery. I wanted her so much…she taught me to take risks, to leave everything behind, to make difficult decisions, to fight, and to make sacrifices. In moments of pain, rejection, and disappointment, I hung and fought on. There were times I wish that she would see my love for her, what I have done for her, and moments she was blind to my efforts. But perseverance and relentless ambition helped her see who I was and my potential. Loving perfumery was never about pain and suffering though – to be with her was joy and it was almost always joy. Just to be part of her life was worth all the trials and tribulations that came with it. What I went through between me and her was between us, and no one will possibly understand what I went through. And all of this taught me what love is.
Before going to ISIPCA, I had the opportunity to sit with a perfumer who was my inspiration. I told him that before I pursued perfumery, I had a pretty decent and stable life. With my finger, I motioned out a flatline. I was dead. And ever since getting into perfumery, my life became a huge sinusoidal wave with polarizing extremes, ups and downs. But I was so alive. This perfumer nodded and smiled without saying anything. I could tell that he wholly understood what I was saying.
To be continued.