Ladies...never, ever, wear Vanilla Fields. Ick...that smell makes me sick. Smells just like that ear medicine ya use on dogs.
And nothing from the Avon Lady. Heh heh...is that even a thing anymore? All that Avon junk smelled like old grannies. Heh heh, I remember our regular Avon Lady, drove her pink Cadillac by the house every coupla months or so. Dad used to say she was a gypsy who likes stealing kids, so I should hide whenever she came around. My grandma called her 'the Ding Dong Lady'.
The Ding Dong Man? Schwann Man, baby! Big yellow refrigerated truck fulla Ice Creams and Corn Dogs! Loved, loved LOVED the Ding Dong Man.
Ahem...sorry, I digressed. Carry on with the perfume talk, my pretties...