File this under "I'm Trying."
Michelle, by Balenciaga. Torpedoed by...no, it's not the fruit compote...for though that can go one way or the other for me...and I *want* to say it's the aldehydes, which are there, but pesky...gosh, I know people I often nod in agreement like this...but what IS that thing that won't get out of my nose? That keeps interrupting me whenever I try to pay attention to any other part, and says ME, MEEE, and flavors both isolated elements and the whole?
I'm not having a good time here. I'm trying.
Ackergh. What in the world?
Get out of my nose!!! What are you??? I'm supposed to be finding tuberose in here!!!!*
Oh. Helg tells me. Its...bug spray. Gosh, I love Helg. Golly, but I don't get "tempered and tamed." Maybe Muse in Wooden Shoes will end up taking mine. She likes it loud.
*Terry Pratchett quote: "Five exclamation points, the sure sign of an insane mind." Clearly, Michelle has driven me one mark shy of being committed.