It's large and bulky, and frankly not fashionable at all. But it smells of Oxford. Or perhaps that is just the musky smell of the old wardrobe in my college room. Or the smell of Persil.
I sniffed at it for quite a while before I put it on. Happy :)
Sunday, 2 October 2011
Oxford through my nose
The zip on my playboy bunny jacket wouldn't close, and I didn't want to wear my pretty coat to get milk. So I dug out an old coat I bought in Robinsons in 1999 before Oxford.
It's large and bulky, and frankly not fashionable at all. But it smells of Oxford. Or perhaps that is just the musky smell of the old wardrobe in my college room. Or the smell of Persil.
I sniffed at it for quite a while before I put it on. Happy :)
It's large and bulky, and frankly not fashionable at all. But it smells of Oxford. Or perhaps that is just the musky smell of the old wardrobe in my college room. Or the smell of Persil.
I sniffed at it for quite a while before I put it on. Happy :)
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