Perfume Irony

Picture of the Day for 2/2/2015. Over a year ago I blogged about how I was obsessed with Evening in Paris (Soir de Paris), my mother's favorite perfume as a young woman. Now that I've returned to my consulting job and I have more disposable income, I decided to take a chance and order a bottle online which was pretty much the only means for me to purchase it. 

It arrived in the mail and guess what? It's vile! I hate it!

Dang.