It may be cold outside, but not in Sharon Clott’s cubicle. For she was the lucky one among the nymag.com fashion staff to receive a complimentary bottle of Beyoncé’s new Heat fragrance today. Seized undoubtedly by impulse, she actually spritzed it on her wrist. Once on the skin, the scent transformed in a matter of just a few minutes from something floral-y and vaguely acceptable to an offensive mix of car fumes and that vanilla body spray Victoria’s Secret used to sell to 12-year-olds. But the biggest problem with this fragrance? The packaging. The box doesn’t say “Buy me! My $59 price tag is a BARGAIN!” It says something else entirely.
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