Over the years, SL has evoked those exact feelings among many of us. But, really, it is about the juice. The juice. I love and would never be without MKK, Chergui, Fumerie Turque, Bois de Violette. The last time that I was in Paris, I found the experience of going to the mothership disappointing and disillusioning. It is poorly lighted and decorated in sleek black. The SAs are indifferent to rude.
You want a religious, transporting experience? Visit the Guerlain shop on the Champs Elysses. The crystal, the light, the kindness, the staircase to heaven. Oh my.