You say basil, I say spaaaa, because that’s what Aesop Tacit smells like.
I have a strange relationship with this perfume, and let me know if you’ve ever experienced this: when I’m already in a good mood, I like it, but if I’m in a bad mood, it just pisses me off even more. It’s like a fly buzzing around my head while I’m trying to focus, and I do not enjoy it at all.
So weird.
