Eddie bought me a new bottle of Shalimar perfume today. He says it brings back fond memories. When he was 13, his family took their first trip to Paris. His mother, who had been smitten with the flapper lifestyle, brought a bottle back home. He says that the smell of this perfume reminds him of Paris, and his mother when she was young and beautiful. I think it smells awful. It smells like something a grandmother would wear. It is not Chanel. Now that I have this bottle, I don't know quite what to do with it.