Parfum MIMI THOMPSON
Fumigators were the 16th-century version of salespeople on Valentine’s Day. The role came from the Latin fumus, to smoke, and pleasant-smelling smokes were classified as perfume, thus, dooming the pesticide paramours to a perfectly pleasant position peddling scents of love. The Greek mistress of seduction royally cloaked herself in this molten sex, but perfume today is more than just a means to seduce and destroy. Marc, Calvin, and Tiffany conspired around the cauldron to destroy our noses on a fresh summer day. Had us truffle hunting for crisp and fruity, flirty and spicy Sex sprays to spritz high above factories of smog and smoke, their solution to billow love into the atmosphere and swathe the globe in the Perfume House Effect. It is predicted that when sea levels rise (even more), so will the Perfume Potentates. As their cursive decrees, we must destroy all knock-off neon tubes of Infinity, Peace, and Love, and install a floral filter into our drinking water so that each day we may serve our toast with a glass of Eau de Orange and a packet of smokes, just like the French do after sex.
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