Ooh, Malibu!

Part of my ongoing project to reconstruct as much of my demented youth as possible, includes collecting things I used to own. Well, in my idle search for some back issues of ‘Teen Magazine, I ran across this little piece of early-’90s nostalgia:

Yes, that’s right—Malibu Musk. It, and Love’s Baby Soft, were advertised in literally every issue. And while I never liked Love’s that much, those cheapo cans of Malibu cluttered up my desktop for several years.

It sold at the drugstore, meaning that I could afford it without having to ask my parents. It smelled a little edgy, a little party-girl, without being cheap-smelling or heavy.

I’ll probably get a bottle off Amazon, just for shits ‘n’ giggles. Wonder if I’ll still like it? One assumes that twenty years would improve my taste…but it’s astonishing how many of my childhood decisions I can still get behind.

And how awesome is the Crazy Christian Lady at the end of the video? Happy Easter!

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