It is lamentable, absolutely lamentable, but I am a hypocrite of the largest order. I walk into a shop selling the fanciest perfumes and after ten minutes of being sprayed with indescribably strong smelly things and being made to inhale coffee beans between intervals till I feel nauseous, I end up liking only one smell. Fragrance. Whatever.

It happens to be called Love of Pink by Lacoste.

Le sigh.