Camp Beverly Hills Camp Beverly Hills for women

Aw, this might be my first perfume ever. Not exactly, but the first one I actually wore to school back in jr high.
This predates Obsession and Liz for me. And Poison.
Yes, this was the first full bottle ought just for me of real perfume...not Avon kid stuff. Ahhh, and I adored the ottle with the cute chain and even had a darling tin of dusting powder with a pretty little teal and white brush. It was so cute, so totally 80s, and I agree....I would just love to smell this again!

Oh, what a terrific review! Thank you for posting this. I was just a kid when I first discovered Camp Beverly Hills. Someone had given it to my mother and she gave it to me to "play" with, probably as in playing dress-up. Boy, I sprayed that thing endlessly too. A whiff instantly transports me back to awkward preteen childhood, crushes, heartaches, and getting in trouble.

If you have a nightmarish scent memory of the late 1980s where you're downwind of some redhead in whose wake flowers are wilting, animals are choking, and people are fainting, and the whole vision is permeated by the scent of Camp Beverly Hills, we've crossed paths. I apologize profusely for blowing up your nostrils; back then I didn't know one becomes desensitized to fragrances the more they're worn...and I wore Camp Beverly Hills a lot. (Sadly, I didn't learn about the desensitization factor until after my years with Safari and Tresor, and, again, I apologize.) I loved Camp Beverly Hills with that kind of fragrance love that comes once in a lifetime. It made me feel so happy, and energized, and inspired. As I basked in its aroma, I felt I radiated sunshine and warmth all around me. (For miles, probably.) Before leaving for work, teaching High School English in a very cold, dark city, I would grab my Camp Beverly Hills and begin spraying at my ankles and end at the roots of my hair...I recall students saying they could smell my classroom from the school foyer; and I thought it was a compliment...Ahem. (Those same students were kind enough to let me know when I had Madonna-red lipstick on my teeth, a lace slip showing beneath my skirts, and, a velcro shoulder pad stuck to the end of a neck scarf I'd worn to look chic...drenched in CBH, of course.) I can barely remember the scent of Camp Beverly Hills and I would love to smell it again some day. It was spicy, and bold, and woody, but bright, and it made me feel like the world was my charmed oyster.