Ever since I was told that my perfume (the decidedly girlish Flowerbomb) smelled like a nice men's cologne, I figured it was time for a new scent. So I'm hanging out at a department store, just staring at the literal wallflowers, when the manager asked me what kind of perfume I wore. I told him the kinds of smellies that I liked and he said, "I have something that smells weird-you should try it!" Weird? Not mysterious? Or sexy? I'm in.
He sprayed some Pucci Vivara on one wrist and some Missoni Acqua on the other and told me to wait ten minutes for the Pucci to set and then to smell it. So I walk around the mall for a bit, snorting my wrists, and wander into a Starbucks (the mall has THREE of them, and two of them were supposed to close), where I stopped to try one of their new mango banana smoothies. I walk in and the barista (baristo?) says, "Your perfume is intoxicating." I make him smell each wrist and he said that the Pucci was definitely better. Acqua was starting to smell like cactus to me.
So now I have this cool jellyfish bottle and a scent that drives some men crazy.
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