I got the following message on YouTube:
“My smeller has been out of whack for a long time. All I can smell are the bad things.
This sounds serious. Though I suspect the problem isn't with Peggy's nose, but with her state of mind. I hope she hasn't given up entirely.
I'm in the middle of mopping my floors with this Mrs. Meyer's Geranium and so that's all I can smell. It reminds me of being a kid and visiting my dead relatives in the mausoleum. Which isn't as macabre as it sounds. I'm sure it was merely the smell of many flowers in an enclosed space. The other mausoleum smells are sealed off, right?
Speaking of decay, which I was not, I just bought a bottle of Nasomatto Nuda on eBay, even though straight jasmine always feels a little extreme. But I like some of those Nasomattos, including my Black Afgano. I recently tried Absinthe again, which is just so potent. I'm not convinced it's good but I have that typical male response, that I sometimes just admire the loudness of things.
I loved this negative Lucky Scent review of Nuda: "This could have been sexy but it wasn't; it just smelled somewhat skanky... My husband said he liked it but he couldn't smell the skanky thing and he likes anything."
So she mentions her husband's opinion and then dismisses it in the next breath.
But Nuda is supposed to be special. And, yes, even if it is special, I probably won't be able to wear it, but it'll be encouragement to finally find just the right girlfriend. That thing I said about building a woman around a fragrance suddenly doesn't seem so crazy. Big things are on the horizon, KP.
For more on Nuda, read Viewer Mail: Help Me Smell Like Un Homme Fatal