Once upon a time, I found an awesome perfume that smelled like a delicious Mai Tai. (Gwen Stefani’s Harajuku Lovers G, which also came in an awesome anime-character bottle. Yes, I’m a geek.) Naturally, because I loved it, the product was discontinued and I have been seeking a suitable alternative for ages now.
I had to run a zillion errands this morning: hit BJ’s Wholesale Club (because clearly, our two-person household needs toothpaste and spices in bulk). Indian grocery, because we should NEVER EVER EVER run out of frozen garlic naan. Pet store, so the cats don’t devour us in our sleep. Mall, to get pants I had ordered Tim online. and because I have a Sephora gift card burning a hole in my wallet.
While roaming Sephora and realizing that the 42 shades of red lipstick I had tested on my hand all matched one of the shades I already own, I realized it might be a good time to select a new fragrance. Almost everything was too fruity or baby-powder-stripper-scented or old lady for my taste. Except one. Sandalwood and something else a little spicy.
I put it on. Didn’t buy it, just put some on to see how it would break down over time. As soon as I rubbed my wrist on my neck, I started having second thoughts, but figured I’d wait and see what Tim had to say.
What Tim had to say: “You smell like BJ’s. And flowers, kind of…not quite old lady, but…”
Yeah. Because every woman wants to hear that she smells like BJ’s.
The perfume quest continues.