Something about it caught my eye. I vered left for a squirt. Hooked! Sometimes I smell perfumes I really like. Sometimes I smell a perfume hours later and really really like it. This is super corny and I won’t appologize: this perfume smells like who I want to be. My phone personality, perhaps. At my last full-time job I was flipping through tabloid I was supposed to reproduce in miniature for the paper when I saw a picture of her—my phone personality. I’ve interviewed a lot of people over the phone, and when I do, I’m taller. More sophistocated. The perfect listener. Interested. Interesting. Wise. Self-assured. And I have long legs, so I can wear jeans and flats with my hair swept back and still look elegant, not lazy. So no kidding, there she was, and I cut her out for inspiration, and now that I can smell like the taller, wiser me, I’m about halfway there. You might say I’m halfway to being phone-y?! ha ha! Boooooo, I’ve had bad puns all week. But anywho, yes, I may go buy it.