Dearest readers, I am going through an identity crisis so intense, so soul-wracking, that it almost rivals Derek Zoolander’s. And don’t tell me that an orange mocha frappachino would help me sort through these important issues, because Starbucks hasn’t carried those for like seven years and they get very grumpy when you ask for one because they have heard that freak gasoline fight accident joke a thousand times, thank you very much. Also, they don’t sound particularly tasty.
The crisis is this: I do not own a single non-oriental perfume. L’Heure Bleue is as close as it gets. This was all well and good when Maryland was covered with three feet of snow, but not so awesome now that summer is upon us. My beloved orientals are becoming much too heavy, and I am in desperate need of some good recommendations. I need florals, citruses. What should I try, my knowledgeable readers? Any and all suggestions would be greatly appreciated.