Seriously though, the website is a goldmine (pun intended, obvs) of shiny things. You got your jewelry, your watches, those ridiculously chic leather bags, even *perfumes* that promise to make you smell like a million bucks. And then, the engagement rings. Oh. My. God. Cartier engagement rings for women… talk about pressure on your significant other! They’re classic, they’re creative, they’re…well, they’re Cartier. So, you know, expect to remortgage your house.
But hey, even if you can’t afford the rock of your dreams, they got perfumes! From Déclaration to Pasha, apparently Cartier “imagines perfumes as active creations.” I’m not entirely sure what that means, but it sounds fancy, and probably smells amazing. Maybe I’ll just spray some on at the department store next time I’m feeling down. That’s basically free therapy, right?
Honestly, it’s a bit overwhelming, all the options. Like, where do you even *start*? Should you go for the classic Love bracelet? Or maybe something a bit more, ya know, *you*? That’s the thing about Cartier, it’s supposed to be a statement. A little sparkle that says, “Hey, I’ve got good taste and maybe a trust fund.” (Okay, maybe not a trust fund, but we can dream!).
And the collections! Ballerine, Love, Trinity Ruban… it’s enough to make your head spin. But that’s kinda the point, isn’t it? It’s all about the allure, the aspiration, the “I deserve this damn it!” feeling.
Plus, I saw something about fine watches… Ballon Bleu de Cartier, Tank… I always wanted a Tank, but then I also want a trip to Italy. Decisions, decisions… life is so hard, sometimes.
