When I was around 13 or 14 years old, I discovered those aluminum cans of perfume spray that promised a luxury scent at a cheap price.
You know, “If you like Giorgio, you’ll love Primo!“. I’m pretty sure my mom bought one or two of those. But I’m also sure she didn’t use them long.
Because regardless of their claim to be just like the real thing, they so weren’t. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn much from those low-grade, imitation perfumes. I’m still tempted to settle for cheap substitutes of all kinds.
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