I'm betting it's not so new anymore! I'm re-posting this post from January 4th of 2007, not because it has anything to do with the contents of this blog, but as a way of rescuing it from Multiply. The last time I checked, Multiply didn't allow for exporting posts. I haven't checked recently. It's that time of the month, though; someone -- not me -- used the last of my "feminine hygiene products" without replacing them; and a spammer decided that this article looked like a good place to leave their link. Twice.
Screw you, spammer. Not only did I delete your comments; I've moved the whole damned post. I may forgive you, in time, but it'll take lots and lots of free Kotex.
I got a free sample in the mail today. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered that the sample was neither vial nor bottle, but some sort of alcohol-pad-looking thing designed for only one use.
My biggest annoyance came later, though. I was showing the sample to my mom, and she said "That's for men?"
"Yeah..." says I.
"There aren't any men here," she replies, suddenly forgetting nearly every pair of shoes I own, my dwindling collection of boxer briefs, and my well-stocked supply of Ultra Clear Degree for Men. Shoes and underwear, I kind of get -- you know, bio-differences, and all -- but how a fragrance can be assigned to people based on body parts is beyond my comprehension. Further conversation led to the disclosure that Mom didn't "mean anything by it", while further reflection led to the conclusion that I'm annoyed, anyway.
Unfulfilled greed and gender issues aside, the fragrance is pleasant. (Moreso once you actually put it on, because on the pad, it don't smell so swooft.) It's a clean scent, with an unexpected soft undertone. There are fragrances that I like better, though: Joop!, Avatar, Cherry Vanilla, Jovan White Musk, and whatever the hell that stuff is that Lisa from Logic wears. I don't have any of that, right now, though, and sometimes, it's just nice to smell good.
