Upon being presented with a blotter doused in Tom Ford Vanilla Sex, the correct response is to recoil in confusion. I am delighted to report that this was precisely the response displayed by the long-suffering Madame Persolaise. However, she went one better and, when told what she was sniffing, stated, “That isn’t vanilla. It’s just the smell of making marzipan.”
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