I love Mariah Carey. Only she could sexualize a perfume ad in a subtly that's normally only exhibited by 976 number commercials. The close ups, the dabbing of the perfume in the most personal of places, and the cheesy kiddie keyboard produced music: I felt like I was watching a trailer for a 90s era softcore porno on Cinemax.

But this is Mariah, so all of the butterflies, rainbows, and lambs in the world are working overtime to make sure I don't shun her for preserving her sessy for the millionth time. With that being said, do you, Mimi. Do you.