This always means I’m fully checked in: A beeline directly from security inspection straight to the Tom Ford counter in the duty free shop. Today, a new experience: Bitter Peach. Much more floral than what usually resonates, but I notice it makes me brain a wee bit softer. I couldn’t afford to purchase such an indulgence — this is simply my airport ritual. For years and years, in trip after trip, making a pilgrimage to Tom.
Queer eye for the straight monk. Thank Buddha for that!
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