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04/30/2017
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Bribery & Betrayal
If a perfumer you loved and trusted because he produced one of the best perfumes ever, bribed you to cover his pending betrayal, what would you do? Perhaps I'm being melodramatic. Can't help it. I'm an author and melodrama is one of my instincts. Seriously, though. You might wonder how I managed to own an FB of this back-stabber of a perfume. Well, here's the story.
Hubby, who adores the original Narciso Rodriquez For Her above all my other perfumes (being male and captivated by its outright sexiness) and knowing I love rose, happened upon an ad for Fleur Musc and grew excited. Had I heard of it? Wasn't rose a favorite scent and therefore shouldn't this new Rodriquez be a mind-blower? I stared leerily at the ad because my nose (which, fyi, is a little psychic) felt suspicious, but my husband's excitement only grew. It wasn't all that expensive, he said, proud of himself for finding it. Perhaps he could be persuaded to buy it for me, he teased. I couldn't crush his joy. Instead I faked it and said yes. Soon enough the little betrayer arrived, all gorgeous in its dusky pink carton. But what should fall out of the box with it? A watch. Honest! A gleaming gold-toned thing with no insignia, only gold and cream hands on its lovely floral face. What? Grudgingly, I put the watch on I didn't want. Prettily it ticked away, keeping perfect time after I set it.
Warily I tried the perfume, which validated my suspicions. Both my nostrils snapped shut immediately in self-defense, warning me to stop smelling asap. Too late. My brain had already detected the chemicals, already smelled notes from flowers that never grew on this earth. Angry that I'd let my husband spend his money on this, I told him the truth. It was dreadful and I'd suspected it all along. He wasn't that wounded. He'd struck out, but knows there'll be another chance at bat. Guys are like that. Me, I just felt completely betrayed and bribed to accept a perfume that has no more business next to the glorious Narciso Rodiquez For Her than a paint can has next to a meadow of wild flowers.
All right, all right. I'm probably being too harsh. The whole planet does not have my nose. There are probably many undisturbed by the aromachemicals that cause me instant anosmia. If you're one of them, if you like scents like (gasp) J'Adore, do try this gentle, musky, dusky rosiness. I wish your nose and it happiness together. Pardon me while I find a hammer for a watch. Yes, I'll serve my time in melodrama jail, but first a plea.
Dear Narciso Rodriquez, you of the wondrous For Her, please don't abandon us, your admiring customers, to the unworthy artifices that lure perfumers today. Unleash your genius again using the high quality ingredients that once bowed to your creative command.
Okay, I'm done. Off to jail.
Hubby, who adores the original Narciso Rodriquez For Her above all my other perfumes (being male and captivated by its outright sexiness) and knowing I love rose, happened upon an ad for Fleur Musc and grew excited. Had I heard of it? Wasn't rose a favorite scent and therefore shouldn't this new Rodriquez be a mind-blower? I stared leerily at the ad because my nose (which, fyi, is a little psychic) felt suspicious, but my husband's excitement only grew. It wasn't all that expensive, he said, proud of himself for finding it. Perhaps he could be persuaded to buy it for me, he teased. I couldn't crush his joy. Instead I faked it and said yes. Soon enough the little betrayer arrived, all gorgeous in its dusky pink carton. But what should fall out of the box with it? A watch. Honest! A gleaming gold-toned thing with no insignia, only gold and cream hands on its lovely floral face. What? Grudgingly, I put the watch on I didn't want. Prettily it ticked away, keeping perfect time after I set it.
Warily I tried the perfume, which validated my suspicions. Both my nostrils snapped shut immediately in self-defense, warning me to stop smelling asap. Too late. My brain had already detected the chemicals, already smelled notes from flowers that never grew on this earth. Angry that I'd let my husband spend his money on this, I told him the truth. It was dreadful and I'd suspected it all along. He wasn't that wounded. He'd struck out, but knows there'll be another chance at bat. Guys are like that. Me, I just felt completely betrayed and bribed to accept a perfume that has no more business next to the glorious Narciso Rodiquez For Her than a paint can has next to a meadow of wild flowers.
All right, all right. I'm probably being too harsh. The whole planet does not have my nose. There are probably many undisturbed by the aromachemicals that cause me instant anosmia. If you're one of them, if you like scents like (gasp) J'Adore, do try this gentle, musky, dusky rosiness. I wish your nose and it happiness together. Pardon me while I find a hammer for a watch. Yes, I'll serve my time in melodrama jail, but first a plea.
Dear Narciso Rodriquez, you of the wondrous For Her, please don't abandon us, your admiring customers, to the unworthy artifices that lure perfumers today. Unleash your genius again using the high quality ingredients that once bowed to your creative command.
Okay, I'm done. Off to jail.
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