My favorite habitual, daily testing venue is this coffee shop on Sunset. I stop in a few times a week, always sporting a different mix in front of the ridiculously adorable small town boys who are its employees (and the rotating cast of snobby Sunset Blvd “suits” who refill their latte mugs at all hours of the day).
I’ve H-bombed them (TAH, that is), I’ve MX140’d them, I’ve TUTH’ed them, I’ve natural moned them… I’ve done everything to them.
Tonight I MX135’d them.
3 sprays:
- one to each armpit
- and one straight blast to my right ear pulse point.
I was a BLANK pallette, otherwise. Just showered an hour before application.
MX135 right now for me is truly a blind test. I forgot all the details of this mix, I just found it at the bottom of my purse. The “Hey, why not?” in me sparked right up. I didn’t even know it was chocolatini scented until I sprayed it on!
I only stopped in for a brief Jasmine Tea fill up on my way home, so my exposure was only about 10-15 minutes. The doors were closed and the heat was on, so everyone (consumers and employees alike) was caught in a low ventilation zone, inhaling meean wafts of my “cloud”.
It was a man fest. I was the only female in the shop. (well, maybe there was another femme in the corner somewhere, because I think I sniffed an XX’s presence, but she had such a submissive frame that I didn’t notice her, and neither did anyone else.) There were about 6-7 males, all with laptops or some other business device, and all trying to look extremely important.
When I strode in, it only took a few seconds, and people’s jaws literally dropped. And stayed there. I wish I had a camera for all this. I can’t describe the awestruck face these patrons had. Their faces were frozen in… worship?
I order my tea. My favorite “barrista” stalls to prepare it, keeping me there.
When I go to pay, he insists, with a PA sounding screech, that “THIS IS FREE FOR HER!” All the patrons, still glazed with their wall-like worship gazes, don’t even seem to mind that they paid $6 for their drinks… They acted like they were in competition to pay for me?
I insist on paying. The second employee very cautiously rings me up, but cancels the order when Favorite says, “She’s my girlfriend. It’s free.”
“He wishes I was his girlfriend.” I say. And drop a fiver in the tip jar.
A patron audibly mumbles, “I wish she was my girlfriend”. another agreed and said “…Yeah…”
I couldn’t help laugh out loud, and make a beeline for the door. Everyone leaned far farrrrrrrrrr forward to watch me exit stage left. If the barstools weren’t bolted to the ground I’m sure we would have had to beware of falling rocks, if you know what I mean.
I still have no idea what is in MX135.
Anyone wear this one yet?