The Roughest Gems

Are as sweet as candy on the inside.

When I went downstairs this morning the doorman handed me a rose and a bottle of my signature cologne. Coriandre- Jean de Couturier-so obscure - made dans Paris and no one else I know wears it.

The little sweetheart swiped my open bottle. Said it smelled more like me than a new one. Just like my kids... they sleep with my empty bottles while I'm away.

I didn't expect him to replace it -so thoughtful.

Hope his bottle lasts till next time...

Merci, Max. A thousand more kisses pour toi. Josie