Goodbye, delicate-effluvium-of-the-tropics-scented lotions that I purloined from my Disney hotel room in November!

I’ve meted out your blossomy, breezy, not-really-masculiney deliciousness with Herculean restraint over the last seven months, but just like the flora you’re named for, you’ve finally dropped your last petals and drifted away into nothing but fond memories.

LAST CHANCE, PEOPLE! SNIFF ME TODAY OR FOREVER WONDER WHAT THE HELL GRAPEFRUIT BERGAMOT OCEANSIDE SCENT SMELLS LIKE.