After my little fiasco, see post below, I wrote about my experience. If anything it was an exercise of persistence and stubbornness by a victim of love. In the post, I was full of hubris and emotions. But such is the power of a scent that brings out something so deep and so outrageous. But can you imagine it? Never, ever, ever in a million years, did I think that I’d either a) be reunited with my favorite scent, and b) have none other, than the elusive Monsieur Mautin, who does not show his mouth in pictures, write a comment on this blog, with such sweetness as to offer assistance, encouragement, inspiration, and imagination. Our little secret.