Eighty percent of the time, you can find me slogging through perma-grey London in head-to-toe athleisure and smelling of wet cocker spaniel. But in that magnificent other 20 percent, when the sun is shining and I’m on a beach, I become unrecognizable, dressing and smelling like a bowl of fruit. The bottles I’m popping never see the light of day back home, but on vacation, all my little friends come out to play.
Chanel’s Paris-Deauville, with a Franco-Italian blend of basil and Sicilian orange, gets the most action. I spritz it on in the morning with breakfast and continue all day, along with a fresh layer of Supergoop. If either wears off, I just don’t feel dressed, you know?
