I just flew in from Paris and boy do my wrists smell good

Duty free shopping in Europe with an American bank account makes no sense, fiscally speaking. But when you're feeling blue because your vacation is over and you've just had to say goodbye to your family, treating yourself to a lovely new perfume is one way to take your funk down a notch, so to speak.

It was with that in mind that I dragged my poor sinus-suffering husband around the airport perfume shop shoving bits of scent sampling paper at him to sniff. (After all, whose nose is more important than the one who has to live with you?)

Together we found a delicious perfume by Guerlain that has a wonderful and unique fragrance of violets, lavender, and other sophisticated notes I would describe if I knew the first thing about this stuff. (Though, as someone who does know about candy, I can say that anyone who has ever been a fan of Choward's [Violet] Scented Gum should head right over to your nearest perfumery to get a whiff of this lovely concoction.)

As for the name, I saved the best for last: Insolence. Perhaps I've been spending too much time quoting Doctor Evil and not enough time cultivating my sense of fragrance-naming whimsy, but I think that is by far the funniest perfume name I have ever come across. And so it came to be that I purchased a bottle of Insolence for 69 Euros, which, with the drop in the American currency, practically cost me (get ready for it) ... One MILLion Dollars!