the time has come to finally tackle cleaning out my closetā a gargantuan task thatās been put off for years. upon years. all the way back to the hoarding of middle school clothes & oddities I couldnāt quite bring myself to rid the pile of. the nostalgiaās worn off now though (at least I thought) and so I proceeding to part ways with ill-fitting garments that I had no attachment to (besides the slight reek of being 13) until I came across the perfume bottles. the smells were lovelyāBath and Body Works coconuts and fruity floral mixes that said āI am one of you, I promiseā with their sweet girlish notesābesides the pungent sense of forgotten memory that transported me to those halls. would not recommend going back to your middle school years, but part of me is still attached fondly to the smells, nostalgiaās mind trick still hoarding them in a dimly lit corner until the caps come off.