Hello Fellow Fumies,
At APJ we have a Saturday Question. Everyone gets to chime in with an answer, chat with other responders and it’s a fun event each week. Taking sides never means taking offence and everyone keeps it respectful and light, even though we can sometimes trawl the depths.
The idea is you’ll see it on the weekend or chime in through the week. Hopefully you will come back regularly and see if anyone has responded to your comment and you can reply to them. The aim is to generate real conversation and connection even though we are scattered around the globe.
Over 100 responses I will draw a Secret Scent Sample Pack (from my collection)
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Saturday Question: When Did You Spritz and Regret?
That stomach clenching feeling when you instantly Spritz & Regret. You’ve made your choice, picked up the bottle or sample, given yourself five healthy shots and OMG! What the hell have I done?
Come on, we all have at least one story of disaster in us. Personally I have a bunch of them. Please share yours in the comments.
The only holiday I even flew First Class was back in 2014 with my buddy Michael because we had grabbed the most ridiculously good deal from Sydney to London on Thai. It was unbelievably wonderful. Basically you get a single sized bed space to yourself with everything you need. Catering is fabulous and constant. The onboard bathroom is enormous and it went swimmingly.
In the First Class Lounge in Bangkok they have fully equiped bathrooms so I decided to have a shower to wash the stink of flying off. After the shower I stupidly dropped and smashed my 10ml travel of The Different Company Oriental Lounge. Not having my glasses with me, and refusing to go scentless I grabbed one of the 10ml decants from my Travel Frags and gave myself five chest spritzes before the smell hit me. A*Men! Seriously? What the hell was it even doing in my Travel Frags. Needless to say our run around Bangkok for dinner with a mate (which included a bomb exploding at the end of our street) and the whole flight to London Heathrow were FULLY FRAGRANT!
At the end of the flight as we disembarked Michael was laughing because I still smelled so full on.