Amazonian Wild Lily

I have a good collection of perfumes and it is running low. I tend to buy several bottles at the start or end of the year or whenever they are on sale. I make sure that they last me a year or two then I buy again. Perfumes are one of those beauty products that I don’t regularly buy so I stock up on them. I invest once and that’s it until the supplies last. I also don’t buy retail. I wait for sales and I never buy cheap knock offs such as those labeled “Original from Singapore, Buy 1 Take 1”. I always go to my trusted Rustan’s sales attendants. Authentic perfumes last longer plus you also get GWP’s from the brands.

Anyway, my stock is running low and as I am getting addicted to The Body Shop, I purchased this bottle of Amazonian Wild Lily Fragrance Mist. It is not a perfume so the scent does not last very long. I don’t like bringing perfumes in my purse (well, except for that tiny bottle of Elizabeth Arden Pretty for days when I forget to spritz some before I leave the house) so I spray a lot of this mist before I go. I love the light scent of Lily but it actually smells citrusy to me. Or maybe I’m just used to citrus scents. LOL..

I got this on sale at Php995 during one of my TBS shopping trips. If you are allergic to perfume and you prefer light scents, I recommend getting TBS fragrance mists.

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