One of my all time favorite fragrances ever: Burberry Brit. It’s delectably deep and sensual, feminine, yet classy. I feel like I’m wearing a classic trench and oversized sunglasses as soon as I dab my wrists together.
It’s an amazing triumph when I, in all my persistent frugality, can cross a department-store makeup item off my wishlist. This weekend’s procurement was no exception. I’ve lusted after Chanel Teint Innocence for months after reading some “Go natural but still look hot!”-type rave in AllureĀ that mentioned it as the end-all, be-all in youthful foundation. Since then, I’ve yearned away with no real reason not to buy it other than how cheap I am. Perhaps I was trying to build excitement?
Well, it turns out there was no need. Teint Innocence amazed me from the top down. The box is luxe, shiny black with a gold band around the bottom; the jar inside’s top is matte black with Chanel’s signature intertwined Cs on top, and it has an ingenious way of locking securely onto the top of the bottle much like the gas cap on my Honda Civic. Even the opening is smart, advising moderation by allowing only a small amount of product to escape at once. Did I mention there’s Chanel foundation inside?