Deodand (deodand) wrote,
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My Lips Are Blue From The Atmo

Having returned intact, but slightly chafed from rubbing against upper crusts at Holt Renfrew, I partake of my gift.



I really wish there was more than one Prescriptives counter in the city. The salesgirls there can barely be bothered with me, and I was the only customer. I guess I didn't have my face on, and I was wearing my CATs. But it's worth it.



I've worn this perfume on & off since I was 18 - long before I could afford it. I shudder at the thought of such a thing as a Signature Fragrance, but I keep coming back to the smell of a freshly cut honeydew. I was standing in a crowd at NAIT one day, and a man I didn't know shouted, "Who smells delicious?!" I raised my hand. "That'll be me," I said. He came over, and yes it was me.

This is the original Food Based Perfume. It simply wasn't done before, and every green-tea-scented passionfruit body spray is a pale imitation of this.
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