I’d enjoy this as cake frosting–buttercream vanilla with peach nectar and orange extract, and L.L.’s signature licorice footprint on the bottom–but it’s way too sweet for me to wear, and too young.
I miss the cinnamon bite of L de Lolita, that lifted the same citrus vanilla notes out of ingenue debut giggles and pushed her to center stage billing, full on drama queen belly laughter.

But if you’re wanting a pure gourmand, this one will make you crave iced pastries for hours, and fill a room with longings for dessert.
Just make sure you’ve got a good dentist.

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