Oranges belong with Christmas. Navel oranges in my stocking when I was a kid. Tangerines along with the little powdered-sugar doughnuts for the Christmas morning snackfest. I had a limited fondness for fruit as a kid, so Christmas was one of the few times that I really appreciated the scent cloud that's produced when you crack open an orange.
I forgot my perfume this morning, in all the poultry-roasting and subsequent gluttony. And I forgot to get oranges for Christmas. So I just corrected both errors with a good couple of sprays of Theorema.
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