I spritzed some of this on my wrist the other day, passing a Jo Malone concession (during the same trip as my Laura Mercier head-rush) and later that day decided that I simply had to stink of figs all day long for the rest of my life.
But it is sold out! Everywhere! Bottles of this are changing hands on Amazon for hundreds of pounds. I feel a strong sense of injustice and inadequacy. I bet this sort of thing doesn’t happen to Pernille.