I agreed to find some Lilac Vegetal for English chap who is desperately intrigued after all the opinions floating around this forum. I don't blame him. I find posts about LV to be among the most amusing on this board. I asked if I could take a sniff before shipping. He replied that I could splash it on, if I wished. I politely refused: A sniff would be enough to satisfy me.
He offered to send an English product in exchange.
So today, I drive to BB&B where I had spotted a few bottles, and bought one for Basil, along with a non stick pan for myself.
I drive to the local mall to look for a birthday present for my ex-wife.
I buy her some nice lingerie at Nordstrom
, and proceed to walk back towards the car.
A stand with some Kent brushes catches my eye, and I notice a full selection of T&H ASBs. The lady is kind enough to let me sample them. I finally settle on a bottle of Grafton.
I walk into Bloomingdale's since my car is parked on the other side of it. I immediately notice a new counter.....Creed.
I have a few decants of some of their colognes. The saleslady is excited that I know the brand and brings out something like ten samples for me to smell.
I tried some scents I didn't know, and thanked her. Shouldn't really spend $250 on a bottle of cologne, even if I have a Bloomingdale's card...No...No...No.
Finally, I drive home and as I take the bag with the Lilac bottle, I notice the smell of something like a wet diaper.
The cap came a bit loose and leaked on my non-stick pan. I
To make a short story long, I got the stuff on my hands as I put the bottle of LV in a freezer bag, and prepare it for shipping.
The pan is OK, me on the other hand, still stink like subway station bathroom
.
How ironic that a day of scent luxuriousness should end like this.
Fate has a cruel sense of humor.
He offered to send an English product in exchange.
So today, I drive to BB&B where I had spotted a few bottles, and bought one for Basil, along with a non stick pan for myself.
I drive to the local mall to look for a birthday present for my ex-wife.
I buy her some nice lingerie at Nordstrom
, and proceed to walk back towards the car. A stand with some Kent brushes catches my eye, and I notice a full selection of T&H ASBs. The lady is kind enough to let me sample them. I finally settle on a bottle of Grafton.
I walk into Bloomingdale's since my car is parked on the other side of it. I immediately notice a new counter.....Creed.
I have a few decants of some of their colognes. The saleslady is excited that I know the brand and brings out something like ten samples for me to smell.
I tried some scents I didn't know, and thanked her. Shouldn't really spend $250 on a bottle of cologne, even if I have a Bloomingdale's card...No...No...No.
Finally, I drive home and as I take the bag with the Lilac bottle, I notice the smell of something like a wet diaper.
The cap came a bit loose and leaked on my non-stick pan. I
To make a short story long, I got the stuff on my hands as I put the bottle of LV in a freezer bag, and prepare it for shipping.
The pan is OK, me on the other hand, still stink like subway station bathroom
. How ironic that a day of scent luxuriousness should end like this.
Fate has a cruel sense of humor.
.
