4160 Tuesdays New York 1955 EDP
It's Friday. You've been working hard all week but still have
one more day to go. Your hands clutch the steering wheel, knuckles white, as
you stare at the never ending sea of traffic on the Belt Parkway; the cacophony
of honking horns ringing in your ears. Then suddenly, as if by magic, Sarah McCartney takes
you by the hand and transports you from the madness to Coney Island.
You find yourself strolling the boardwalk. You hear the waves of
the Atlantic lapping in the distance. Cotton candy in hand you stroll to the
Parachute Jump; you feel the wind in your hair. Time stands still as you
breathe in the sweet raspberry floss, the soft and delicate flowers, and the
creaminess of the vanilla and somehow everything seems right with the world.
Top note is cotton candy;
middle notes are raspberry, rose and violet; base notes are vanilla and musk.
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