In other news of bad decisions that happened near Union Square today:
In the Fresh store, I wandered over to the central table where these fragrances were displayed. It was near closing time and at first it seemed like no one wanted to deal with another customer but then a nice surfer type Fresh employee stationed himself near the table as I spritzed and began to offer helpful information.
From him, I learned that Eat, Pray, Love starring Julia Roberts is based on a book about a woman’s travels through three countries and that the movie is made by Sony. He also told me that each fragrance smells like a different country. He watched me expectantly as I smelled the fragrances and so I felt I had to offer some kind of opinions or maybe pretend I was having a hard time choosing between them.
Probably this is the time to mention that I’d had some drinks.
“This one is very sweet! You’d think it would smell like pizza,” I said about Eat, which is meant to evoke the smell of Italy, and which smells like a lemon dipped in burning sugar.
“Ha ha, well, it does have notes of basil,” said the guy, who deserves a raise.
Pray (India) smelled like incense. Love (Bali) smelled like Malibu rum but for some reason I felt I had to choose one of the perfumes to spritz all over myself, so I did. Over the course of the rest of the evening Love combined with the smell of metabolizing alcohol in a truly vile way. Several times I asked people to smell me to confirm that I smelled terrible (not a lot of takers).
“Are you going to see the movie?” the Fresh guy asked as I left. “Only if someone pays me!” I said. “Ha, you’d have to be some kind of movie critic!” he said. “You’re right, I’m not a movie critic,” I admitted. (“I’m a universe critic” I said in my mind.)