Thursday, April 24, 2014
Menopause Mania: Jessica Simpson Fancy
God help me, I can't stop wearing celebrity perfumes. Now, it's Jessica Simpson's Fancy. Maybe it's menopause. I'm blaming everything on menopause, by the way. Can't sleep? Menopause. Bad hair day? Menopause. My soup didn't turn out right? Effing menopause.
Of course, I'm too old for Fancy...meaning it wasn't marketed for an almost 55-year old woman. Nope, Fancy was meant for the young, sex five times a week, oops I got knocked up again crowd. I'm like a 20-year old that loves Paloma Picasso. We're both out of sync with our peers.
Last week, B-man and I went on a much needed road trip (please don't make me fly - I promise to be good). We ended up in red rock country that was half desert and half springtime (not that springtime doesn't happen in the desert, it's just harder to tell). After pondering what perfume I wanted to wear from my usual 15-20 on-the-road selections, it was Fancy that most matched the smell of the air and the feel of the small city. I had never worn it before, but brought it along as part of a Jessica Simpson 4-pack of travel sprays (I Fancy You, Fancy Love and Fancy Nights came along too). Even though I tried to talk myself into several Diptyque offerings, Tuscan Soul and multiple other earthy, gutsy, downright sexy perfumes, it was Fancy that won out.
(If you get the earthy, gutsy, downright sexy reference, will you please remind me of the men's cologne that 70's commercial was selling?)
Here's what I like about Fancy: Yeah, it's sweet and berries and a little caramel and vanilla, but what I love about it - and can't quite get enough of - is the soapy whisper of the drydown. Who would have thought Fancy was...soapy? Just when you think you've got her all figured out and you're ready for the crème brulee, she throws in a touch of squeaky clean. Brilliant.
Now I'm in hot pursuit of a full bottle and I'll be damned if any TJ MAXX in my city is carrying it. Stupid menopause.
Image from nymag.com