I love lipgloss, great mascara, and romantic comedies, but somehow,
despite all that girlie-girlie-ness, I pretty
much hate perfume. I think most of it stinks, it gives me a headache,
and makes me sneeze. But! One day, strolling through the cosmetics floor in Saks on Michigan Avenue, I discovered l'Artisan Parfmeur. Feeling adventurous, I spritzed a little of the Mimosa on my wrists, sniffed, immediately fell in love with the soft, subtle, barely-there spice scent, and proceeded to spritz my neck, behind my ears, my cleavage, and my armpits, too. I probably would have even spritzed beneath my skirt, had I been wearing one. This stuff is good.
Ladies, be careful. The most dangerous thing you can do is under-estimate the power of a good perfume. Just a few spritz of that stuff years ago, and the boys are still clamoring for a piece of me. Okay, so maybe it's just that one old toothless guy at the train station who needs a quarter to buy breakfast, but I'm telling you -- he really likes me!