Imbibed Violets

yuckMy very first perfume was a violet scent.  It was a present from my father  for my seventh birthday, a green tinted liquid that came in a little bottle with a purple velvet ribbon around the neck.

I don’t actually recall that much about it besides the color and the fact that I put the bottle on my dressing table as a sort of trophy.  The dressing table was a rickety affair salvaged from my Grandmother’s house, and crowded with a changing cast of stuffed animals. Some short time after I received the perfume, my little sister paid it the ultimate toddler accolade.

She drank it.

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