Jean Paul Gaultier Classique does not list jasmine in the official notes, yet it smells like a glittery jasmine vanilla powder bomb on a drunken dance floor. It recalls an evening I visited a friend, and without informing me first, she had agreed with other friends that we'd all meet up and go to a club. Being a brutally shy homebody, that's the last thing I EVER want to do, but as a visiting guest, you're sometimes trapped into these things, and I am also a people pleaser. So there you go. And there we went. The ladies' room was filled with tipsy club-goers fixing their hair and makeup, and our mutual friend pulled a whole-ass bottle of perfume from her purse to refresh her scent. Even I, being the perfume-obsessed weirdo I am, think that's strange. A whole bottle, wow. Anyway, that bottle was this Jean Paul Gautier scent, and to this day, it makes me think of boozy nightclub cocktails and the jasmine-scented tears of strangers in bathrooms telling me they love me just moments before puking on my feet.
Jean Paul Gaultier Classique does not list jasmine in the official notes, yet it smells like a glittery jasmine vanilla powder bomb on a drunken dance floor. It recalls an evening I visited a friend, and without informing me first, she had agreed with other friends that we'd all meet up and go to a club. Being a brutally shy homebody, that's the last thing I EVER want to do, but as a visiting guest, you're sometimes trapped into these things, and I am also a people pleaser. So there you go. And there we went. The ladies' room was filled with tipsy club-goers fixing their hair and makeup, and our mutual friend pulled a whole-ass bottle of perfume from her purse to refresh her scent. Even I, being the perfume-obsessed weirdo I am, think that's strange. A whole bottle, wow. Anyway, that bottle was this Jean Paul Gautier scent, and to this day, it makes me think of boozy nightclub cocktails and the jasmine-scented tears of strangers in bathrooms telling me they love me just moments before puking on my feet.