I've always found it a bit worrying when collectors try to rationalize their acquisitive tendencies with passionate accounts of the real market value of the things they crave. We've all seen how this goes, right? Those television shows featuring hoarders who claim that their collections of baseball cards, Beanie Babies, and action figures are actually a college fund for their children or investments to secure their retirement?
Every so often, my perfume-obsessed brain marches down this slippery slope. I see a vintage perfume on That Auction Site, and I am thinking..."I am not really interested in that perfume...I don't like the bottle...Those notes all wrong for me" BUT then..."I could get it for a good price and swap it" or "It would be a good subject for a blog post." I try not to act on these impulses, but I don't always succeed.
Eventually, the perfume collector realizes that she already has more perfume than she will ever be able to use in her lifetime. I tell myself that this is perfectly fine. The bottles I leave behind will just go back into The Vintage Perfume Circle of Life, to be rediscovered again by another collector.
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