I should have known better than to subject my wrist to this fragrance. I did know that it was fruity, after all. But last Monday while at Sephora I was looking at the bottle of Badgley Mischka and remembered that one or two of the bloggers found it quite nice, and even I, while sniffing the bottle at Neiman's or Bergdorf (can't remember which) thought that it wasn't half bad. And, the two gentlemen do make really nice dresses that even the Olsen Twins can't ruin.
I sprayed.
The first hit was of a full-bodied fruit punch. Strong, sweet and very red. I don't object to such drinks, but under no circumstances do I want to smell like one. The way this fragrance developed only intensified the fruit. It became less punch and more jammy-syrupy, still mostly red, but the peach became very prominent. Peach and my skin don't mix well. Despite my very strong desire to do so, I didn't scrub it and hoped for the best- for some transformation that would take the fruit away and reveal a gentler, kinder base note or two. Relief never came.
On my skin it stopped at the peach, or maybe at the creme de cassis. There was some booze involved, after all. But, mostly, the peach ate every other note, and it didn't even reach the floral stage. The patchouli and sandalwood ran away in horror long before, as I should have done.
Excellent staying power, by the way. Scrubbers are always like that.
I sprayed.
The first hit was of a full-bodied fruit punch. Strong, sweet and very red. I don't object to such drinks, but under no circumstances do I want to smell like one. The way this fragrance developed only intensified the fruit. It became less punch and more jammy-syrupy, still mostly red, but the peach became very prominent. Peach and my skin don't mix well. Despite my very strong desire to do so, I didn't scrub it and hoped for the best- for some transformation that would take the fruit away and reveal a gentler, kinder base note or two. Relief never came.
On my skin it stopped at the peach, or maybe at the creme de cassis. There was some booze involved, after all. But, mostly, the peach ate every other note, and it didn't even reach the floral stage. The patchouli and sandalwood ran away in horror long before, as I should have done.
Excellent staying power, by the way. Scrubbers are always like that.
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