millarca

Official stamp of approval. 🤭

Look at me, Little Miss Too Lazy To Review. But this one is important. I am unshakably convinced this perfume could bring about world peace, winning Mizz Lilith the youngest ever Nobel. I amp roses. To migraine inducing degrees. This one, though, nope. Perfect balance. Impeccable. Bubblegum, roses, happiness. It smells precisely of classic pink bubblegum (which I don't think most people realize is as spicy and interesting as it turns out; probably the wintergreen, but could be soylent green or fairy toenail fungus, you never know with proprietary stuff like that...) and ROSES THAT DON'T HURT!!! It does exactly what it says on the tin, but somehow creates this amazing συνέργια which makes every withered, atrophied happiness receptor in my barren, widowed brain go NUTS like nothing has in years. If we could just pump it straight into the collective nose of the universe, I have no doubt that world peace would only be the beginning of its magic. I am trying to budget for a couple extra bottles in amongst my 'weenies. It is the preciousssssssss. ::shifty eyes:;

Oh holy crap, ROSE. If ANY bpal has ANY rose, even the barest tinge, my skin AMPS IT TIL IT'S SCREAMING HHHHHHEEEEEEYYYYYU ROOOOOOOSSSSEEEESSSSSS OVER HERE ROSES YOU GUYS THIS CHICK SMELLS LIKE ROSESSSSSSSS!!!!!! So that's all I'm getting here. Nothing else. But that's just my chemistry. And if it's expected, it's great, I heart my Peacock Queen like whoa. But when I was reading all these herby woowoo reviews... This kinda hit me like a Mack truck all decked out for the Tournament of Roses Parade. Still, though. Not complaining. 'Specially now I know. And it is a lovely, fresh, green rose. Floating in a shallow dish of water, cut off very close to the head, at a nice, thick, juicy bit of the stem. We'll see about the luck. I could use it.

ONOES!!! This started out delicious and deep, but within 2 or 3 minutes on my skin, I thought I smelled something burning. Nope. It was me. This turned into bad-electrical-fire-with-attendant-melting-rubber-cables on me. It started off so beautifully with the woods and the moss... I am quite sad.

Oh my dear lord. This is the first BPAL of literally hundreds that I have ever HATED. In the imp, all I get is dirty diaper. Sharp, fresh poo. I daren't even try it on my skin, it turns my stomach. I don't know what it is, either. All the notes sound good, they sound like they'd work together, on paper it looks great. This is a surprise and a bit of a mystery.