Vulture
When I was 13, I used my babysitting money to buy a pink, rhinestone-studded bottle of Britney Spears’s Fantasy at my local mall. With notes of orchid, musk, and cupcake, it smelled like how a Britney video felt, and thus how I wanted to smell — sickly sweet and chastely erotic.
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