We have a French goth queen diva coming to our house for dinner tonight and I wanted incense and intrigue : the mysterious impenetrability of L’Artisan’s genius Eau Du Navigateur.
Instead I blindly grabbed and copiously sprayed a perfume in the same bottle : Jour De Fete.
So instead of balsams and coffee and repressed spices and a hierarchical mellow, I smell like blowsy sugared almonds drowning in sad musk.
Have you ever done this?
It is too late to shower and change.
She will soon be approaching the hill..