Writing this on the Monday after Daylight Savings Time – sweatergawd, everybody (and I mean Ev.Er.Y.Bo.dy) is spittin’ hellfire (or at least a bit of sulfur smoke). What is it about that teeny, tiny little hour? Seriously! You’d think we’d all just done Bataan! The full moon isn’t helping, either. Nor is the cold, greasy rain.
Maybe it’s just me! I took advantage of the gorgeous 60F weather yesterday to start cleaning up the garden…..and all I have to say is: Naproxen, you are my New Best Friend….. (and even with the 2 Naproxen I still ache a bit)
Great wavy gravy! I’m just babbling on, howling about nothing – how ’bout we get back to the subject at hand: SNOBBERY. A few
days weeks ago, I wrote about my perfume snobbery (here) where I got my nerves hurt when I fell in love with the smell of Victoria’s Secret Love body spray. March kindly sent me a nice scrab of it to try (because it just wasn’t happening, that whole Trip to Victoria’s Secret. No, I’m not ‘too good’ to go to Victoria’s Secret, it’s just that I haz NO idea where one is near me . . So. She sent it. And I tried it.
And I smirked. Upon application, that thing smelled like a petrol tanker collided with a barge carrying rotten fruit!! The recoil was real, baby! And so was the smirk. See, I’d convinced myself that my love of that was a first-blast/one-off event. Or it was ‘her skin’ (the inference being that MY skin, the skin of a Perfumista, was just too rarified for VS. snort) Omg. I am SUCH a snob.
And the Universe knows it. And It waits, like a coiled snake, for me to make an idiot of myself. Yet again. Like this time.
Because….after that initial chemical, spoiled-fruit blast, this thing morphed into a quiet beauty….. JUST LIKE I SMELLED ON THAT GIRL! Oh, it was a glorious thing!
And…just like that… it was gone. Or so I thought. See….. this is one of those projecting scents, where the wearer quickly becomes anosmic while all those around you (or on the moon) can smell you! Those types of scents are to blame for so much overapplication. I am trying to think of how you could possibly over-apply, say, Amouage Epic. One spritz is enough to clear a room! And you, the wearer, will have NO problem smelling it. 3 days after you apply it! Even after 3 showers. (ask me how I know that).
But! back to this VS Love Body Spray. I decided to have at it – sprayed with abandon and after a few minutes for that oil-slick smell to die down, went out to run errands. Holy cats & crackers! EVERYWHERE I WENT! I was complimented – just like I complimented that girl!
So. I am dutifully chastened. I need to check my Perfume Ego at the door, I guess. There is beauty everywhere and not all of has to be high-end or ironic. Sometimes, it can just be a nice, pretty scent that gives a lot of people pleasure – including myself.
So. Here’s the thing: I gotz some! And I would love to share it! I’ve actually been pretty good about getting stuff out, so no need to worry you won’t get it until 2021. Promise! Throw a comment up and TG will poke!
And from the original Petard post: Diana! gmail me (evilauntieanitaAT) and remind me what (Messy Armoire) and your details. I’ll get it out asap!