As I tried to whittle down my bottle of Clinique Happy, I came to realize something–by God, I hate this fragrance. I had thought its little synthetic balloon heart was a little charming at first. If somewhat alarming. But as I whittled it down more and more the synthetic note got more and more annoying until I couldn’t wait to be emptied of that thing so I could move on.
I do have to wonder as to the widespread appeal of this fragrance is. And why I can’t appreciate it as much as other people can. Maybe it’s because of my balloon phobia. Or maybe it’s because it smells so rubbery. Or maybe it’s because I have no fond memories of Clinique makeup and the only thing I own from them is a dried up tube of mascara.