March - I don’t know that I’ve ever felt a scent was too grown up for me. I hear people say that often enough about one of my supreme faves, Magie Noire, which surprises me since I’ve been loving it since I was like, gah I don’t know - my early teens. And yet conversely I have worn some that I felt too juevenille for me - perhaps this is because we can always get older (and hopefully wiser, heh) but never younger.

Marina - that’s a great quote. I do kind of hope that’s true, too. I do like some of the minimalist ones personally, but they simply don’t inspire me and set my heart on fire like those that have chewier textures. I hope you know what I mean by chewy, because now that I’m looking at what I typed, it might sound odd.

Flora, that article really had a lot to think over didn’t it? ” It will not be found on the vanities of wallflowers or pushovers.” I think you’re dead right there - it’s not a scent with even a speck of timidity, and for that I’m quite glad. “One of the pleasures of being ‘a woman of a certain age’ is getting away with perfumes like this.” Perhaps it’s not an age thing, but a developed palate thing, so it’s not that you couldn’t get away with wearing it as a younger woman, but that now that you’ve got a range of life experiences under your belt you’re now old enough to appreciate Sublime? And wow, Irish Spring. Hee, now I kind of want to pick up a bar on my next grocery trip: I haven’t smelled Irish Spring in years.