When I bought you the perfume that best described you, you were flattered. Power word to you, not an epithet of shame. I too fell for the gander. Self-belief – so attractive in one gender. I forgot you were no longer sixteen.
Incisive topnotes of tangerine reeled me in then left me stranded in male territory. No heartnote, mere cynical mime of floral romance. I knew it was fraudulent but I soared one brief inkling on spiderly thread and landed with the bitterness of ambrette seeds. Too late to flourish in this sandalwood ground.
The perfume I bought
to celebrate beginnings
soon foresaw our end.
findingtimetowrite 
I liked this. How about “arachnophobic” for “spiderly?” I noticed a slight alliteration of s’s, making a sibilance like a snake. Intended? It works. Have a nice week.
I really do like the way you use different scents to tell your story, Marina Sofia. And the title just adds to that! Well done
Very powerful, Marina. Clever and vivid imagery which speaks volumes.