Diving to the back of my perfume cupboard to retrieve Secret Intention, a ‘limited edition release’ I once bought, with the intention of including it in my treasure trove of affectionate disasters – I realize, quite suddenly, that it in fact deserves a category entirely of its own:
FAILED FAILURES.
For it is shit.
A kind of seaweedy Samsara : an endocrinic green tea mop.
RUBBISH.