I know it's not fair to write disparagingly of eau's beloved after only putting them on under an hour ago but nobody said life or supermarky were fair!
rochas man: less of a chocolate mess than A*men, but not much
matsuhita (sic?): male - - - is that male (sic) meaning, female? if I had to ascribe a sex to the androgynous canteloupe it would be female.
gucci ph, well, a woody fragrance, nothing to sing about but not awful. would not kill cockroaches and deter cher in a post apocalyptic battle for survival, as would serge lutens Cedre, but it might keep moths away... it's certainly not drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I guess the word "meh" applies! In this context it's high praise.
gucci envy - opoponax and tom ford it must be... um. . . never mind . .. (and I just purchased this one blind for only $10. such an idiot not to try it first, but I guess I just am longing for as rosie odonnel would say my tommy's embrace again...) I seem to remember that the rest of the notes on this read like a typical overloaded olfactory house of horrors, smells like a ladies perfume to me, besides. I'll have to stick with the tom ford crotch scent of black orchid.
versace dreamer: dry cleaning fluids with a glazing of Sweet'n'Low mixed with our old friend Woolite/Gendarme. Gendarme with implants.
chanel pour mssr - it's stronger than the rest, and it's the most genteel. biiiiig deal! as charles jourdan sings in the actually pretty tedious movie itself, "Gigi": It's a bore!
I know I tested too many there are even a couple more on me I think...
But I really seem to just hate designer fragrances, too many notes, no character, too much of a blast of something like tuberose to them, this white noise element that is so abrasive, like inhaling ammonia, ALL OF THEM here have it except maybe the chanel. also tried matsuhita very male but . . .. in this context might as well not have even, can barely percieve it in its place where I knew I sprayed it. It's not designed for a nose exhausted by these others and that's ok cause I couldn't be less interested in it anyway.
"I guess we should have gone STRAIGHT to Peck and Peck after all!" - as edith massey says in "polyester"
It's not like I haven't had dismissive thoughts about things I came to love, but I can't possibly imagine warming up to any of these.
rochas man: less of a chocolate mess than A*men, but not much
matsuhita (sic?): male - - - is that male (sic) meaning, female? if I had to ascribe a sex to the androgynous canteloupe it would be female.
gucci ph, well, a woody fragrance, nothing to sing about but not awful. would not kill cockroaches and deter cher in a post apocalyptic battle for survival, as would serge lutens Cedre, but it might keep moths away... it's certainly not drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I guess the word "meh" applies! In this context it's high praise.
gucci envy - opoponax and tom ford it must be... um. . . never mind . .. (and I just purchased this one blind for only $10. such an idiot not to try it first, but I guess I just am longing for as rosie odonnel would say my tommy's embrace again...) I seem to remember that the rest of the notes on this read like a typical overloaded olfactory house of horrors, smells like a ladies perfume to me, besides. I'll have to stick with the tom ford crotch scent of black orchid.
versace dreamer: dry cleaning fluids with a glazing of Sweet'n'Low mixed with our old friend Woolite/Gendarme. Gendarme with implants.
chanel pour mssr - it's stronger than the rest, and it's the most genteel. biiiiig deal! as charles jourdan sings in the actually pretty tedious movie itself, "Gigi": It's a bore!
I know I tested too many there are even a couple more on me I think...
But I really seem to just hate designer fragrances, too many notes, no character, too much of a blast of something like tuberose to them, this white noise element that is so abrasive, like inhaling ammonia, ALL OF THEM here have it except maybe the chanel. also tried matsuhita very male but . . .. in this context might as well not have even, can barely percieve it in its place where I knew I sprayed it. It's not designed for a nose exhausted by these others and that's ok cause I couldn't be less interested in it anyway.
"I guess we should have gone STRAIGHT to Peck and Peck after all!" - as edith massey says in "polyester"
It's not like I haven't had dismissive thoughts about things I came to love, but I can't possibly imagine warming up to any of these.




With implants, no less!

