On Saturday, B-man and I took a little road trip for the day. Getting ready to leave, I thought, 'gee, I wish I had some Viva La Juicy to try on my skin.' I remembered receiving a sample of Juicy something-or-other from Sephora on my last visit.
Lo and behold, it was Viva La Juicy.
The perfume gods were smiling on me.
Upon fresh application, I thought, 'hmmm, this could be nice.' But it kept getting sweeter and sweeter. And stronger. Half way through our road trip, I thought, 'where can we stop so I can scrub this sh**?'
The perfume gods were laughing their asses off.
Viva La Juicy may be the only perfume on earth that streetwalkers find too slutty.