I think I’ve only ever had one “scrubber” perfume and it was a sample I bought at a thrift store. Killian: love, don’t be shy. Smells like someone tried to chloroform you with the most nauseatingly sweet powdery candy.
It kept persisting through the night as I tossed and turned and felt ill from it, I kept hoping the strength and notes would change but it just kept going. I had to eventually use soap all the way down my arms so I could actually fall asleep.












