OK I know you want to yell at me.
Let me just point out that I didn't say this. The new lady at my local perfume shop did. After trying to sell me a playboy perfume, even though I'm not twelve. I asked if she had a tester of Rochas Man (I'm curious to see how simmilar it is to New Harlem because the notes are fairly samey) and she said no. So I asked her if she had smelled it and she said yes. I asked her what she thought.
'It's sweet.'
'OK. How about the vanilla and capuccino notes?'
'Oh, it has a lot of notes.' now she reaches for Body Kouros, 'Actually it smells like this. Would you like to try anything else?'
'I'm looking for something obscure. Something femenine.'
'Oh. Try this.' she picks up YSL l'homme. I asked her if she had smelled New Harlem (I know, waste of time) and she just gave me a weird look. At least she didn't say she's never been to New York.
At this point the other lady must have noticed the look on my face so she came and rescued me. She lets me snoop aound behind the counter so I can read and test for myself. Much better. Earlier the young girl told me I couldn't go behind the counter, it was 'staff only,'
Thing is you can't see the prices from the counter itself. Which wouldn't be so bad if the SA was content to just hand over the bottles you ask for and relay prices, but they insist on being 'helpful,'
I asked the older lady - we're on pretty friendly terms - what the deal was with Ditzy McFlake and she said she was going to be taking over (!!!) although she promised to talk to her about the whole going behind the counter thing.
This store is like my second home. Once, a few years back, when my ex moved in I remember coming home one day to find all my stuff, furniture and appliances all moved around and some gone and her stuff all mixed in with it. Same kind of feeling.
Anyone think it might help if I give Ditzy McFlake the URL for basenotes?
Let me just point out that I didn't say this. The new lady at my local perfume shop did. After trying to sell me a playboy perfume, even though I'm not twelve. I asked if she had a tester of Rochas Man (I'm curious to see how simmilar it is to New Harlem because the notes are fairly samey) and she said no. So I asked her if she had smelled it and she said yes. I asked her what she thought.
'It's sweet.'
'OK. How about the vanilla and capuccino notes?'
'Oh, it has a lot of notes.' now she reaches for Body Kouros, 'Actually it smells like this. Would you like to try anything else?'
'I'm looking for something obscure. Something femenine.'
'Oh. Try this.' she picks up YSL l'homme. I asked her if she had smelled New Harlem (I know, waste of time) and she just gave me a weird look. At least she didn't say she's never been to New York.
At this point the other lady must have noticed the look on my face so she came and rescued me. She lets me snoop aound behind the counter so I can read and test for myself. Much better. Earlier the young girl told me I couldn't go behind the counter, it was 'staff only,'
Thing is you can't see the prices from the counter itself. Which wouldn't be so bad if the SA was content to just hand over the bottles you ask for and relay prices, but they insist on being 'helpful,'
I asked the older lady - we're on pretty friendly terms - what the deal was with Ditzy McFlake and she said she was going to be taking over (!!!) although she promised to talk to her about the whole going behind the counter thing.
This store is like my second home. Once, a few years back, when my ex moved in I remember coming home one day to find all my stuff, furniture and appliances all moved around and some gone and her stuff all mixed in with it. Same kind of feeling.
Anyone think it might help if I give Ditzy McFlake the URL for basenotes?
