Heh, I've gone the opposite tack - While you gents are off wearing your hoity-toity niche aoud scents, I'm sporting Britney Spears' Desperation. A true uni-sex scent, suitable for the prematurely over-the-hill masses sorting through their existential dilemmas. After the candy-floss scents of Curious and Fantasy, she comes through with a powerful statement of angst, combining a shrill bitter orange opening with a heavy castoreum/latex drydown to signify the frenzied grasping and ultimate resignation of a life in early decline. If Tchaiskovsky's Pathetique symphony had a smell, this would be it.
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9/20/07 at 11:19am