I spent most of my morning looking at perfume on-line. This is fun because:
1. I am a Girly Girl
2. The names and descriptions of a lot of the perfumes are delightful.
Here are some examples of my favorite perfume names:
Cheap & Chic Hippy Fizz
Glow After Dark (main ingredient: nuclear waste)
Ed Hardy Love & Luck (wasn't he a character on Married With Children?)
Moschino Funny (which I keep reading as Maraschino Cherry)
Halloween Freesia (one of these things is not like the other. . . .)
Poupee (really??? "What are you wearing?" "Poupee." "Yuck.")
fcuk (supposedly stands for French Connection UK, but, come on. . . . This may also be the Official Perfume of Dyslexics of America.)
Sex on the Beach (tag line: "Make yourself happy, then look around." Presumably to make sure no one saw you making yourself happy.)
Some of my favorite ingredients with unimaginable smells:
Tonka Bean (no relation to the trucks, I hope)
Sand Accord (is that a beige Honda? Who wants to smell like a beige Honda?)
I have certain rules about what perfume I wear. First, I will not wear any perfume made by Jessica Simpson, Celine Dion or Paris Hilton, because I have some pride. Second, the musk/patchouli thing doesn't work. If I wear something with those ingredients, after a while I start to smell like old socks, not a good aroma for me. Third, I prefer a new perfume, rather than a classic. If I wear something that's been around since the 40's or 50's, I feel like I've been stuck in a drawer filled with mothballs, and I constantly hum Tommy Dorsey songs. Last, I'm a pretty poor/cheap fucker, and I don't want to spend more than $25.
I haven't decided what to buy yet, I'm enjoying the cyber-hunt too much. But don't be surprised if the next time you see me I'm reeking of Tonka Beans and Ofbarrigtonia Flowers.