Yawn. Another boring day in the land of the 1980s perfumes. “Powerful… playful… perfect… Navy. Exquisite, extravagant, unexpected… Navy. You’ll always feel perfect in Navy. Navy. Navy. Navy.” Once again it opened with root-beer and bathroom cleanser, then faded down to just a residual stench that I know I’ll still be able to smell even after washing my sweater. I’m really starting to understand why I didn’t see these scents in my mom’s boudoir as I was growing up.
Tomorrow it’s terrifying Tabu, Friday it’s Heaven Sent, and once the weekend rolls around I’ll be free to wear half-decent perfume again! Thank you, perfume gods!