Christmas perfume gift guide

Nobody buys me perfume. Ever. Not my husband, not my best friend. I think the last bottle of fragrance I was given was from by Dad, circa 1990. I guess they figure: I smell for a living. (Or rather, I sniff for a living.). And it's true: my dressing table resembles nothing so much as one of those shove-half'penny arcade games - add one more to the front and a bottle of 'vintage' Hermes Caleche could indeed slide off the back, never to be seen again....