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sudsy orchard
I was determined to love Cow. Partly because of the absurd scenario where a stranger might ask me what I’m wearing and I reply, deadpan, “COW.” And I did like Cow, quite a lot. It’s apples and cream. (I’m a little lass that loves apples and cream!). But inedible apples and cream. The apple is grass-green, waxy, beaded with dew. It’s very much a kid’s shampoo apple, sweet and tear-free. The milk is the gelid tallow of a thick conditioner or artisanal soap. Fatty, creamy, cosmetic. Not yogurty or eggnoggy. To my nose, there’s nothing sour or earthy about Cow. It’s a beautiful just-out-of-the-shower scent, office-safe and accessible, and longevity is not bad for a freshie. However, I wasn’t ready to spend over a hundred bucks just to smell freshly-shampooed.
Mental Snapshot: A stock-photo perfect apple. An A is for apple apple. Then a field of dairy cows, roving across a Swiss meadow. The vivid green field crests across a spotless sky, like a 21st century Great Wave off Kanagawa. You’re in a Windows screensaver.
tl;dr: Granny Smith conditioner
Mental Snapshot: A stock-photo perfect apple. An A is for apple apple. Then a field of dairy cows, roving across a Swiss meadow. The vivid green field crests across a spotless sky, like a 21st century Great Wave off Kanagawa. You’re in a Windows screensaver.
tl;dr: Granny Smith conditioner