L’étole De Vison

The Mink Stole: There were remnants of a glamorous life everywhere, but none held the fragrant memories like the mink stole. It was soft as a dream, and endlessly sensuous… It carried the scent of men, of women, and of course, the furry creature whose first ‘suit’ it was. Subtle tones of face powder, starch from freshly laundered shirts, subtle bits of perspiration, hints of Turkish cigarettes, and the rush of stolen kisses: it was all there to be taken in. When worn, the mink stole held a fascination that transcended words and gave us flickering glimpses of elegance, of love, and of luxury.