Fragrance Reviews by AzulitaSola

I was very excited to get two carded samples of Creed's Vanisia in the mail. I dabbed the tiniest micro-speck on each wrist, waited for it to dry down, and inhaled my own personal mugging. Ye Gods! It was like snorting an Avon lady. Well, I thought, perhaps the fragrance needs to settle for twenty or thirty minutes. No, no, no. After half an hour, it was like being hit directly in the face with an oversized puff of Tabu body powder. Dry--and yet cloying--with a terrible sense of an old woman's handkerchief drawer and preserved flowers from parties half a century ago. I have mummified hay-fever. Arghhhh! This is what the room in Faulkner's "A Rose for Emily" smelled like.