I forgive Stash many things:
1. its name (to me, “Stash” doesn’t jibe with the advertising or bottle);
2. the fact I could only smell Stash at Ulta Beauty (I went to two Ulta stores in order to get a sample of Stash. At Ulta No. 1 the S.A. said: “Uh, nope, we have Stash but not a tester bottle…I have a bottle here I’m making into a tester.” Me: “Can I sniff it?” S.A.: “I’m making a tester…SOON.” She chuckled and moved on. The store was empty.
3. Sarah Jessica Parker (whose roles never resonate with me). SJP: hie thee to a desert, strip your face of all makeup and play a character with little money and no “wardrobe;” perhaps a graveyard-shift nurse who also runs an animal rescue farm near Albuquerque with her lazy-ass teen sons and bitch of a mother…Sissy Spacek? Kathy Bates?
I admit I didn’t have much hope for Stash…