
You guys.
I can't stop smelling myself.
It's getting to a point where it's embarrassing - I'll be sitting on the subway, totally normal, and then suddenly I'll compulsively sniff my wrists. And then I'm "that" weirdo on the train.
But it can't be helped; I completely blame the new perfume I'm wearing: Citron de Vigne by Fresh. Apparently the scent was inspired by the co-founder's trip to the Veuve Clicquot vineyards in France - I wasn't aware of this when I made the purchase, but ohhhhh how it all makes sense now. OF COURSE I WOULD BE DRAWN TO THIS PERFUME. OF COURSE.
- Top Notes: neroli, bitter orange, pink grapefruit
- Heart Notes: Fresh’s pinot noir accord (bergamot, dark almost, musk, white sandalwood, rose), jasmine tea leaves, lemongrass
- Base Notes: patchouli, sandalwood, amber
It's a crisp yet soft scent, with plenty of subtleties that will have you compulsively sniffing your own wrists in public. And then we'll be a league of compulsive wrist-sniffers.


























