I will admit that my first reaction, from just a little touch from a sample vial on my hand, was that this smelled a bit like the gunk you used to get in the plastic top of an old orange squash bottle. Citrussy, sure, and bit sugary, but, what’s all this nonsense I thought to myself as the perfume began to then slowly de-coagulate into a closer perspective: a thick, Lemon Pledge cake shop scent for an old dear; a cloth; a mop: and a vanilla-themed pastry treat waiting for her over there on the counter at the end of her labours.
The story behind the perfume, to my surprise however, is as follows:
” You’re walking down a cold street in Manchester, listening to Joy Division, sipping on a warm cup…
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