Today I wore Lys Fume and experienced a kick in the balls similar (in impact, if not in particular details) to the one I received when I wore Jivago White Gold and subsequently had to put on Hindu Kush to regain my self-respect. I didn't guess ahead of time that either the perfume or the potshot was going to have this effect, so I shouldn't really be so hard on myself. But if you smell like a wimp, people will treat you like one. Lesson learned.
Bring out your torches and pitchforks, motherfuckers, because tomorrow it's Union Celtic Fire.
Scent Elements: Mandarin, nutmeg, pink pepper, turmeric, davana, lily, ylang-ylang, dark rum, oak, cistus labdanum, styrax, Madagascar vanilla