For some reason, I feel 100% naked without something on my head at all times.
I was transported back to 1997, a time when Floria Sigismondi's incredible music videos dominated MTV and every rock star had a pair of PVC pants in their closet.
You either love it or hate it; you think it's trashy and phony or you adore its beauty and quirks. In fact, I'd be willing to gamble that if you like Lana Del Rey, you'll like this perfume.
These days, it drives me mad when all I see is a bunch of cheap cotton knit bullshit. Seriously, you'll freeze in that. It is COLD outside!