总有人抱怨说,在电梯里,无论多么漂亮的女性,若涂抹了香水,气味都令人窒息,即使是chanel no.5。对立于这“总有人”,也总有女性立场坚定横眉冷对,无论如何要做香水主义者。香水一直是私密的话语。浓烈甜蜜,野性清淡,只给懂得的人知晓。或者欣赏,或者爱,表达就在远远近近之间逐层逐次地风情显露。有几款香水生来就讨喜,比如三宅一生的“一生之水”。天啊,一生,多么动人的词语,任是铁娘子也得乖乖卸下外壳缴械投降。都市也总有出位女子,用“毒药”侵蚀那人骨髓,让他迷离于 There are always people complaining that, in the elevator, no matter how beautiful women, smear perfume, the breath is suffocating, even chanel no.5. Opposite to this “always-on”, there are always women who stand firmly against their brows and, in any case, become peristhists. Perfume has always been an intimate word. Strong sweet, wild light, only know to know people. Or appreciate, or love, expression in the near and far layers of style revealed one by one. There are several perfume born lovable, such as Issey Miyake’s “life’s water.” God, life, how touching words, as the Iron Lady had obediently dismissed the shell to surrender. There are always urban women, with “poisons” to erode that human bone marrow, let him blurred