The fragrance industry is notorious for churning out limited-edition juices based on their bestselling perfumes as a safe way to turn product. (I railed on the trend years ago in a post called Fragrance Makers of the World, Stop Being So Damn Lazy.)
Most of the time, the offshoots are forgettable and fleeting: in stores for about three months, splashed on the page of every magazine for a hot minute, and then consigned to the dusty annals of beauty history. But every once in a while a perfume squeaks through that really gets my attention, tantalizes my nose, and makes me fall in love.
Estee Lauder Bronze Goddess Capri is one of those exceptions.