I read about this in GOOD magazine yesterday (am i supposed to capslock it? I dunno?).. Anyways I kind of hate perfume, too. Or actually I don’t I just don’t…have it. It’s hard enough making sure you have shampoo and clean underwear, (am I right, ladies?! No? Okay…). But this is pretty adorbs. My favorite is “at the beach 1966,” also, “BURNING LEAVES,” because that is one of the best smells in the world (besides pussy and apple pie, of course).