Going home from work at Yokohama station last night I entered the free user multifunctional private ‘restroom’ and was once again surprised to be (relatively) pleased by the aroma.
I thought I would thus repost these old musings on the sad proximity to functional perfumery and the sweet cheap smells at Duty Free
A very long while ago – in the blog scheme of things at least – I wrote, half-jokingly, about my grave disappointment over Fame, Lady Gaga’s woeful entry into the arena of fragranced celebrity. My instincts were borne out by the reactions of other reviewers and also personal experience when I took Fame, and Madonna’s Truth or Dare, to an excited Japanese friend’s house and got her to guess, eyes shut, which one was which. And, naturally, tell me which one she preferred.
Madonna’s plastic tuberose won out – just – but Aiko was really shocked by the banality of the Gaga (“really? really?”) reminding her as it did of Shibuya teenage trash in the mid-nineties. Its cheapness truly astounded her. My observation that Fame was not much above the level of Toilet Duck also bore interesting fruit during my summer travels: even on my first morning at Tokyo’s…
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