I'll be damned if I didn't buy a $12.00 bottle of Jovan Musk today.
First, I sprayed it on the back of my hand, then walked through the store enjoying great flashbacks of 1976. That's the year my Serious High School Boyfriend gave me a bottle for Christmas.
Jovan Musk still smells as delightful as I remember, like Muscs Koublai Khan, neutered and declawed.
When I put my hand up to B-man's nose, he said, 'oh, that's nice.'
And now, it's mine once again.
image from perfumestand.com