I smelt the most horrifying perfume today. It was like Candy the stripper. Inspired by the smell that lingered with me - from the store, down the hall, outside and into my car, and probably later in my dreams - I came home and took a boo through my most deliciously vibrant photos for February. Point of the story: one should never, ever, ever wear perfume such as this. If it smells like candy, or food, or is sweet enough to taste in your nostrils, it's probably not the best idea. Who buys this shit anyway?