About That Vent Vert Stuff

I wore Vent Vert on one wrist yesterday to try to mentally capture its greeniness. My daughter caught a whiff and followed me around like a puppy chasing bologna on a string, muttering, "What's that? What's that? What's that?"

I allowed the little perfumista to sniff my wrist until her sea-blue eyes rolled back into her head.

Fifteen minutes later, she was sniffling and sneezing and damning 'that Vent Vert stuff!'

This is why I work with naturals.