In this perfume, I catch whiffs of three fragrances I absolutely loathe – the worst of the worst: KvD Sinner, Thierry Mugler's Angel, and V+R's Flowerbomb, each contributing its own special brand of cloying falseness, lurking in here like problematic d-list influencers. The combination of bright, honied heliotrope, candied lychee, and powdery vanilla marzipan creates something so aggressively artificial it's like that specific brand of try-hard glamour that screams, "I learned about luxury from watching unboxing videos." It's not badly made; it's just so deliberately vapid and performatively trendy that it makes you wonder if it's trolling you. The kind of perfume that would absolutely post a Mukbang video of itself eating other, better fragrances and then sobbing for the camera in a halo of ring lights.