I love the smell of fresh mint. Almost as much as I love the smell of leather. In my memory, both of them exist quite nicely in Cartier's gender bender, Roadster. I scored a sample at Nordstrom some time ago and haven't worn it since.
Yesterday, I started jonesing for Roaster and meant to put it on last night before walking with B-man and Paige. This way, I could lure B-man with my scent as he carried the pooper scooper behind us like a clown at the parade.
It seemed romantic at the time.
My hopes were dashed when, after one sniff of the sample, Daphne said, 'oh, hell no.' It didn't smell anything at all like I remembered.
When was the last time a perfume didn't live up to your memory of the scent?