i can’t stop smelling myself.

one of my favorite gifts this christmas:



i have been pining over this perfume for months. i think it could be my favorite smell in the whole wide world. for reals. unfortunately, i simply could not justify spending $80 for a small bottle of synthetic odorants. this is where mommy and daddy come in. thank you mommy and daddy. 

of course once i opened it, the men in my family wanted to know what this crazy expensive perfume smelled like.  i wouldn't let them spray it (come on, it's pretty much liquid gold here), but they smelled the top of the bottle.  the response?

the dad: "metaphorically, it smells like trains."

(while actually a simile, if you know my dad, this is quite the compliment)

the brother: "it smells how i imagine a playboy girl would smell. or a girl i can't have."

(while this is perhaps creepy, i think he meant well)


...and finally, the only man that i care to smell nice for...

the boyfriend: "it's nice."