This is the first time I was embarrassed to be wearing a scent. I felt like I was literally reeking of perfume. Eau So Divine? Non, mon ami.
This does not transport me to anywhere but the mall. When I was 15. Drenched in perfume and attitude.
Despite Harvey Prince being founded in 2008, I swear this perfume smells like you would have found it in a Woolworth's.
They seem to have some laudable points. They claim that they use "the finest ingredients", but the citrus has a strange sharp chemical note. It doesn't smell like real citrus. It's almost a soapy quality. And not sexy clean from the shower soapy. Like...dish soap soapy. Not even Joy. More like the cheap stuff you buy at the dollar store when you are too broke. There was a brief unpleasant whiff of what I can only describe as burning tires, which I was think was the "Warm Madagascar vanilla, deep Indian patchouli, sensual dry woods, and clean musk" part.
"Luxe, natural, hypoallergenic, and cruelty-free fragrance" made me sneeze my head off as I headed out for the evening, dragging my Pigpen cloud of stench.
So yeah, I hate this perfume. Weirdly enough. some guy asked me out that night and he loves it.