It’s a kind of magic.



Sortilege – foretelling the future by
means of divination; a magical act. Sortilege is also a fragrance, dating from
the 1930s, from the now-vanished house of Le Galion. I found a small, unopened
bottle of the parfum de toilette. Mike couldn’t open it, and he fixes cars. He
said it needed a vise grip. I said never mind. I don’t want to damage it any
more than time and neglect have.

The
embossed lace pattern on the box is scrumptious. I think I’ll be perfectly happy
imagining how it smells from here.