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I am such a BPAL Snob.
I was in the waiting room for the dentist today (for over a hour). I got a whiff of some perfume, and tried hard not to go, "Omigod ew!" At first I was worried it was the Snow Bunny turning powdery funky on my skin. I sniffed my wrists. Nope, Snow Bunny still likes me. I then picked up a Vogue and flipped through it. Suddenly, I was hit with this overpowering stench of several different perfume samples. I quickly put the magazine as far away from me as possible. I also badly wanted to write to Vogue and go, "Dear Vogue, your magazine stanky. Here's a website for good smelling perfume oils. Signed, me."
I was in the waiting room for the dentist today (for over a hour). I got a whiff of some perfume, and tried hard not to go, "Omigod ew!" At first I was worried it was the Snow Bunny turning powdery funky on my skin. I sniffed my wrists. Nope, Snow Bunny still likes me. I then picked up a Vogue and flipped through it. Suddenly, I was hit with this overpowering stench of several different perfume samples. I quickly put the magazine as far away from me as possible. I also badly wanted to write to Vogue and go, "Dear Vogue, your magazine stanky. Here's a website for good smelling perfume oils. Signed, me."