A rose by any other name would probably smell better.
When this came out 20 years ago, the chamomile tea opening made it special, something unique for the teenage set, a touch of class. The current version is cut too deep with ginger lemon cough drops, and it’s lost its delicacy.
Now it just smells like every floral musk deodorant marketed to high school girls.
Okay, so maybe I need to listen to Aretha a bit more.
(This one came out in 1998, too.)