By Night Christina Aguilera 2009 Eau de Parfum

18:42 - the train arrives delayed at the next stop. A young woman sits in the free space opposite me. She looks friendly and we greet each other with a friendly smile, where the mouth is slightly tightened while the upper half of the face remains unchanged. And suddenly this discomfort sets in again. It doesn't come slowly, doesn't knock, doesn't ask if it's okay to be present for the next 2 hours. No. By Night kicks in the door, screams a loud "HELLO YOU ARSCHGEIGE" in your face and throws the destroyed door and ears at you. It's as pushy as a screaming kid on a plane. Only with one small difference: the pitiful parents can't help it, while there seem to be ladies who wear this perfume voluntarily.

The shelf life and silage of this drop seem to be really excessive for a drugstore fragrance, because it hardly takes a week for my olfactory nerves not to be bothered by it in public. It's this pushy sweetness, somehow flowery, synthetic, that drives me crazy.

Dear women, please, please, not this perfume!