How To Make Your Perfumes Last Longer

Perfumes are essentials! We all want to look good and smell nicely at the same time. Trust me, smelling good is enticing.

How to make the perfume last longer?

Spray your clothes with the perfume before ironing it. I learnt this from a friend and I've tried it out. I really really helps. Spraying your perfume on the clothe and ironing it in makes it last longer than it naturally would.

Apply perfume to pressure points! Your pressure points are behind your ears, your inside elbow, inside wrist, base of your throat and inside knee. That sounds weird, I know. This picture should help you out;

Don't rub your wrists together after applying your perfume. A lot of people tend to do that, it's the norm. I get, but it's not advisable. Most people won't apply the perfume to the insides of their wrist because they feel they'll wash it off...yeah. You actually tend to wash it off...anytime you wash your hands obviously.

Use a very nice body spray to complement your perfume.

Go out and rock the day!

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