Tall, square, matte-black bottle of Envy Eau de Parfum nestled in the heart of a bunch of celery stalks.

In a happy mood, Envy shimmers with lime and hyacinth and spring pine, but when it’s angry it sulks with celery and wilting roses and verdigris tarnish.
Amazing in the rain.

This was my “divorce perfume,” twenty years ago, my splurge at the duty-free shop when I’d run off to cry on a few shoulders, along with the new haircut and leather jacket.

This song, like Envy, came out in 1997–I saw it in concert.

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