I was 12 when one of my aunts gave my mother a bottle of EDP. She hated it. She still does. But I instantly fell in love with it and, of course, stole it. I began wearing it at all times, mostly at school and I remember the ordeal I had put my classmates through, for I used to put tons on me and I reiterate: that was Eau de Parfum. But upon finishing the bottle, I did not have enough funds to buy more and so... Last year, after 12 years since the Opium episode, and after trying a dozen of fragrances along the way, of which none suited me best, something clicked into my head, something I had ashamedly forgotten about: yes! I bought 5 EDT, 2 EDP and 1 Perfume. Oh! And I have also purchased 600 ml of oil. And I am not settled yet! I guess I have to catch up with my frustrations when I was 12.