It was certain this day will come… Just today I finished my original bottle of my Precious, Prada Amber Pour Homme. The one I bought 4 years ago to celebrate passing all final exams at the end of high school. Ever since it was my beloved companion, a perfume that suited every possible occasion. Prada was always a good choice. And it never let me down.
I know people finish their bottles everyday but a bottle of Amber Pour Homme has a sentimental meaning to me. It was the first perfume I purchased with my own money I was raising for almost a year by tutoring. Even then I couldn’t afford to buy it in store, but I had enough money to buy a tester online. It came without a cap and it’s metal plate was a little bit rusted.
I didn’t care for that. Because it was mine! Sure it didn’t look as beautiful as it should but I was very happy, I had my beloved purplish juice after all. Now it’s finished, I used the last spray few hours ago. But I’m not sad. My perfume wardrobe wouldn’t be complete without Prada Amber Pour Homme, so I bought a new one. This time it has a cap and a shiny plate.
I’ve grown up during these years and Prada influenced the path of life I’ve taken. Because perfumery is my dream. I’m not saying farewell. I’m saying “goodbye, my old friend” and “hello, my new old friend”. I will never let you go! Even if discontinuation will dare to threaten our friendship.