In the world of celebrity perfumes, stupidity really knows no bounds. Why on earth anyone would feel compelled to smell like Paris Hilton or Britney Spears is a notion so confounding I cannot even begin to grasp it. I think about it and I feel like a monkey trying to do algebra. I imagine it must smell something like a heady broth of cheap tequila, VD and inanity. And P Diddy? I’ll drink his vodka, but do I want to smell like him? No. Same goes with this Princess Leia Slave perfume. I can’t conceive what it must smell like, but the aroma of nerd + metal bikini is not a pleasant notion to imagine. If it does sounds appealing, young padawan, pick it up for $40.