A Nose Knows...

Wandering around the Super Target, checking things off the shopping list, I came upon one of my needs....new facial cleanser. I knew what I wanted....something clean, fresh and cheap. Looking through the rows of various brands, endless products and possibilities, I spotted one that immediately caught my eye.

This is probably where I made my first mistake.  Like the woman who picks the prettiest horse to win the horse race, I was looking only at packaging.  A see-through pump bottle with the most gorgeous, pinkish colored liquid. Right there on the front of the bottle it read, "Pink Grapefruit". This was definitely my second mistake. I don't like grapefruit of any color, so I'm still not sure why that had such instant appeal. Clearly, I was drawn to the color and the way pink grapefruit rolled off my tongue. I dropped it into my cart.

Back home and excited to wash my face with the new soap, I lathered up my wash cloth and started pumping. Immediately, the smell smacked me in the face, literally, and I hurried to rinse it off.  I gave it one more go before admitting that my new, beautiful face soap smelled exactly like sweaty underarms. For at least ten minutes after washing, everywhere I walked, the smell of sweaty underarms lingered about my nose. How could this be?

Needing a second opinion, I summoned my unsuspecting husband into the bathroom and suggested he wash his face.  "With girl soap?" he asked. 

"Just try it and tell me what you think," I prodded, handing him a wash cloth and my new bottle of beautiful soap.

Lathering up, he immediately grimaced at the smell.  "What the heck is this?" He asked, as if I actually figured out how to market Sweaty Arm Pit Wash.  

"Can you believe how bad it smells?" I coaxed. "Like your face just ran a marathon and forgot to wear deodorant."

It was unanimous, the stuff stinks.  It's a great brand, a beautiful color and in a nice bottle. If only my face did not have a nose.