Pear Inc. Juliette Has A Gun 2021
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A pear punches you in the face on a cold winter evening
Like everybody says, the pear only opens, and I'm okay with that. That is, I'm okay with spraying this on my clothes to make the pear last longer.
This was the first full bottle of perfume I bought when I was 17 and it was because my friend had introduced me to Juliette has a Gun "Not a perfume" and I went down the line at a beauty store smelling every fragrance they had. The only one I noticed was Pear Inc. and naturally I made myself obsessed with it. I went almost every day to that store to drench myself in Pear Inc and during those weeks it stayed on my clothes all day and all night. After a couple months, I bought the full thing for like seventy bucks on fragrancenet and I still have half of the bottle after a few years.
To me, the fragrance has always been so cold, something like my first year of college, where it was the only thing I wore, 24/7.
If you sniff really hard, it is a crispy, fresh-as-hell, refrigerated green pear opening that quickly relaxes into an extremely uptight musk.
It reminds me of how my throat violently tightens before I'm about to cry. Because a pear punched me in the face on a cold winter evening.
This was the first full bottle of perfume I bought when I was 17 and it was because my friend had introduced me to Juliette has a Gun "Not a perfume" and I went down the line at a beauty store smelling every fragrance they had. The only one I noticed was Pear Inc. and naturally I made myself obsessed with it. I went almost every day to that store to drench myself in Pear Inc and during those weeks it stayed on my clothes all day and all night. After a couple months, I bought the full thing for like seventy bucks on fragrancenet and I still have half of the bottle after a few years.
To me, the fragrance has always been so cold, something like my first year of college, where it was the only thing I wore, 24/7.
If you sniff really hard, it is a crispy, fresh-as-hell, refrigerated green pear opening that quickly relaxes into an extremely uptight musk.
It reminds me of how my throat violently tightens before I'm about to cry. Because a pear punched me in the face on a cold winter evening.