Why wear it? Well, a blizzard professing to be "historic" is upon the doorstep. The National Weather Service is shivering in its fur-lined boots, and the Library closed all of its branches today after only four frantic hours of pre-apocalypse business. Obviously what's wanted now is sunlight and sugar and a tropical wind that wipes the conscious mind clean of worry.
What does it do? Néroli divests one of the thousand layers of fleeces, woolens, denims, and flannels whose weight (especially when wet) is the defining misery of winter. In their place, the scent of orange blossoms offers the wearer a celestial suit of solar gold raiments that wear lighter than air.
How do I feel? Ready. Just ready.