Here’s my reminder to myself to not buy scented hand cream, especially when the notes are written write on the packaging. I thought I had smelled the Salt & Stone hand cream in the Sephora but things always smell different once they make it home. Santal & Vetiver smells like a creamy green fig, like the department store counter with the snobby sales assistant, everything hidden away under glass. It’s like the woman in gold accessories and red lipstick and lacquered nails who knows more than she’s given credit for but chooses who she shares with. It’s the smell of the bottom of expensive shoes, the leather soles unworn and smooth. The ampersand poorly attempts faking pedigree while the sans-serif font gives everything away.
