I realize it’s been much, much too long since I’ve done a perfume diary (hi, this is Helena), and I heartily apologize. I’ve been trying new perfumes but haven’t fallen in love with anything in a while. Thomas (my dude) has discovered the old-school charms of Acqua di Parma’s Colonia Pura, and constantly smells like Cary Grant getting a haircut in 1938 o…
