
This feminine, provocative and dangerously seductive fragrant composition begins with aldehydes, bergamot, lemon, clary sage and neroli. The middle notes are: ylang-ylang, jasmine, rose, clove, orris, lily-of-the-valley, narcissus and lilac. The base is oriental – woody with vetiver, vanilla, musk, woody notes, tolu balm, styrax and civet.
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My dad owned a small town drugstore in Ashland. He always carried My Sin (only one bottle of it) but kept it locked up in a glass case along with one tiny bottle of Chanel #5. It was a handy gift possibility for some panic stricken semi-wealthy guy who forgot his wife on Christmas, Valentines Day, their anniversary, or her birthday. It’s amazing what people will pay when faced with the probability of lifelong scorn. I can’t say for sure that I ever smelled the expensive perfume. My mom didn’t wear it; neither did either of my grandmothers. They stuck with Jungle Gardenia, White Shoulders, and Tabu. I might have gotten a whiff of My Sin’s legendary fragrance when some rich lady sashayed through our church foyer, but who knows?