SOTD: Tauer Orange Star

Textured orange. Spicy. Dry. Weird. Not really the least bit fruity. Yum.

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SOTDays: Andy Tauer Orange Star. Again.

Friday I wore Orange Star again.

Saturday was Scentless Saturday.

I think that my writing brain may be slowly starting to wake up. Or at least entering REM sleep. But it's not doing anything yet.

Also? Kitty.

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SOTDays: Andy Tauer Orange Star. And the kitties continue.

Brain is a desert of blowing dust.

Orange star yum.

Kitty cute.

That is all.

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SOTD: Andy Tauer Orange Star

I wanted to love an Andy Tauer scent. This is an irrational desire - what difference does it really make if I can't handle L'Air du Desert Marocain or Incense Rose or Lonestar Memories or Un Rose Chypree or Vetiver Dance? Even if all sorts of people whose opinions I respect are knocked over by all of them? It doesn't make me a perfume ignoramus with an oblivious nose, does it? Huh? Huh?

OK, well, maybe not, but I'm relieved to like something from this house.  Unfortunately, while I wore and enjoyed Orange Star today, I didn't actually pay attention, and I don't have any fine and eloquent words to describe the experience. All I have is: Textured spicy orange. Yum.

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