Nomad's journey comes to an end.

Pawing through my sample bin in search of items to toss in the wastebasket, I happened upon the tail end of a vial of Odin New York Nomad (now called Sunda). Some samples you never get around to emptying due to indifference or downright antipathy; others you deliberately put off using, as if hoarding them will preserve the pleasure you experienced upon first wearing. Nomad falls under the second type of sample. Impulsively, I upended its scant contents into the palms of my hand and stroked the scent all around my throat, the nape of my neck, one wrist and then the other. Oh, there is no change in how much I love it... only there's none of it left now, and the pleasure must finally find a resting place in the annals of memory.