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The Agony and the Occasional Ecstasy of Buying Perfume Online
If at first you don’t succeed, spend another $110 on something else.
Why, why, why, why do I buy perfume online?
Perfume I’ve never smelled before. Perfume that is touted by some random newsletter I get amongst the thousands of other newsletters I get.
Perfume that is allegedly made by Michelle Pfeiffer.
Michelle is the “founder” of the company, meaning somebody got to her through her agent and asked if they could slap her name on some perfume in exchange for what was probably a one-time fee, and the entire enterprise hasn’t crossed her mind since.
The company is called Henry Rose because I think she has a son named Henry, and maybe a daughter named Rose — I honestly don’t care enough to look it up — and we’re meant to believe that she personally handcrafted all of the perfumes on offer, in her down time from studying the great art of the ages, per the books in the background.
Like this. (The bookstand is literally killing me.)
