Anaïs Nin loved perfume so much she even used to dream about it.
"There is a round communion table—yes. People walk to it with folded hands, but smiling. You are given a small bottle of holy water which you must drink. As I take mine I see it is a small bottle of Chypre perfume. I smell it and instead of drinking it I pour it over myself. I am extremely elated." - (Diary 35, pp. 243-244)



















