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Confession: M insists that the top of my head smells like a baby’s. Not the sides, not the ends, not the back. Just the top. Isn’t that peculiar? Isn’t it too hot for words?

Yesterday, I bought M the Hybrid solid shampoo and conditioner from Lush. They look like hockey pucks and work wonders! She loves hers so far. My lady at the Bay Street store said, “This is definitely the most butch bar that we carry,” and I made a little huff of certainty and bought it, along with the Ultimate Shine for myself. I first discovered the solid shampoos when dear Kadinsky sent me the Godiva version! I’ve been using my sample of Daddyo with pretty decent results, and I’m going to try my wee tub of Cynthia Sylvia Stout next, and see what happens! I’m following this up with the Retread conditioner, which has left my hair silky and bouncy. I shall report back soon.

Let’s see, what else…I’m head over heels absolutely IN LOVE with the Flying Fox shower gel. I can’t even talk about it and I am SO STOKED to try it as a shampoo, too. (Up with Lush, down with silicons!) I know it smells identical to a very fancy and sexy and incredible fragrance I’ve reviewed, but I haven’t figured out which one yet. I’m using an exfoliating sandy soap of theirs (from a sample) in the shower right now, but it’s a bit too citrus-y for my taste. In fact, (TMI alert) this morning in our shower, M was all “It smells a little like Pledge,” and I had to concur! On the plus side, since it’s got sandy bits, M spent an extra long time making sure every last inch of me was properly rinsed. Isn’t she just a peach? Yes. She. Is.

Scent: Oh, Chanel No. 18. You haughty bitch. I am just a simple girl in my Sunday best, taking a stroll in a foreign town I am quite unfamiliar with and yet, I’m falling in love. You are a breathtaking garden I have spotted and just as I’m opening your perfect little creaky wooden gate and inhaling your elegant fragrances, an ominous fellow speaking gibberish looms over me, clearly intent on forbidding me access, making mad gestures with a rusty rake. I linger sadly just out of olfactory reach, my stupid, girlish hopes dashed with only the slightest hint of how gorgeous you are. You turn your back on me and then quickly, I lose interest. The town is ever so slightly darkened.

This scent revolves around ambrette seed and is from the “Les Exclusifs” range created by Chanel master perfumer Jacques Polge. I just want to say that I am sick to DEATH of reviewing greens. They’re the fleece of fragrance as far as I am concerned at present, I don’t give a shit who makes them! Sick to death!