Why wear it? Because a vast family of fragrances descends from it. Because the history of Western civilization as I know it used this scent as a piped-in accompaniment. Because its beauty steals the breath from my lungs. And to borrow an inspired phrase from Stephen Crane, because it is my heart.
What does it do? Glares at you sternly with remote, green, feline eyes behind which resides a thousand-year-old soul.
How do I feel? To quote another poet who knew a thing or two about a thing or two, I feel
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew
Who would have loved you in a day or two.