When I was young, my mother didn't drive, so my grandmother tootled us around with her on errands and took us where ever we needed to go. Her purse was a bottomless supply of Dum Dum lollipops and if we were well-behaved, we got one as a treat. This was a massive thrill when I was 4, but some arbitrary switch flipped when I was 5 and suddenly I found them utterly vile. No thanks, grandma! Imagine shaking sticky shards of fruit punch, cherry, and butterscotch flavored candies out of your best Belk's church purse, and... that's basically Fancy. It is Dum Dum dust. Interpret that however you like. You might say, well, oh, Sarah, it's not made for you. Ok, I get that. But tell me... who is it made for? And do they keep their toy lipsticks on a hot pink plastic vanity and cook with an EZ bake oven?

This is my signature scent for LIFE. It smells SOO good on me the caramel, the gardenia, the vanilla, the amber. UGHH JUST ALL MY FAVORITE NOTES. GIVE IT TO MEEE