Having just literally tussled with the Chanel sales runt at Duty Free ( she inSISTED on spraying the perfume on the paper card , I REALLY insisted on spraying it myself), as we contorted into a grotesque shape and my strength got the upper hand …. ( HA ! )
I proceeded to search through the miserable selection of scintillating Xmas offerings in search of something new ( I was hoping to smell the new Hermes Rose Amazone and report about it back to you, but they hadn’t even heard of it, the tight, right, Hermes bitches also, as per usual, viewing the act of perfume spraying autonomy with disdain). I came, nevertheless, across, in my zoned out zombie-ing, the quite astoundingly and moronically titled ‘Knot’ .. ( what?!! ) by ‘Bottega Veneta ‘ . ‘Whatever’, I thought, in an American accent, and proceeded towards the standard grab and sniff.
Immediate impression: quite pleasant, feminine and sexy sheer and shimmering orange blossom in the current, off the shoulder style,
cleverly placed between laundry musk, eviscerated cedar wood chemicals and a grassy green and nose brazzling artificiality that, though harsh and really quite offensive up close, works well when you smell it from the bottle, in that put together, hair tossing-at-hotel-reception kind of way.
Rubbish though, ultimately.
The departure lounge is packed.
I have heard terrible things about American Airlines.
Can all of us be really getting on that plane?
Speak to you all soon from Miami.