The girls head to the historic roof of the historic Roosevelt Hotel, where Nigel awaits them. He notes that historic guests such as Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor all enjoyed their stays at the Roosevelt. Does he have customer survey archives or something? "Elizabeth Taylor rated her stay at the Roosevelt an eight out of possible ten points!" Speaking of Liz, the girls will today be creating something that brought her over $60 million in sales last year alone! Memorial turbans, you say? No, it's White Diamonds from the Dead! The girls will be creating their own signature fragrance. They seem excited, though I have to say that celebrity fragrances always make me want to gag, with one great exception -- Uninhibited by Cher. Yes, I still have some. I mean, I never wear it, but I do like to gaze upon it lovingly from time to time.
Nigel then introduces the unfortunately named Ben Bennett, founder and creative director at Hatch Beauty. Ben's clients include some of the largest beauty and fragrance brands from around the world, which are so big that they can't be named, I guess. Ben will help the girls each select three scents, which will be blended by his team. They all come in little very scientific looking bottles with droppers, and I kind of want to smell them all even though I'm sure that they'd make me sneeze. Each model will get to name her own fragrance, with all that stupid branding shit in mind. Lisa says that her fragrance shall be named "Neon," which represents beach-Cali-love-fun. Being very Lisa, it smells like Bengay, prune juice and cheesecake on the lanai. Laura sniffs the dropper bottles next, for her fragrance, "Love." She declares that it's sassy and sexy. I believe that it has the scent of fresh manure in the morning, clearance fabric from Jo-Ann's, and a note of backseat handjob in a vintage Ford pickup truck.
Dominique's fragrance is called "Survivor." Beyonce doesn't already have a lock on that one? It smells like dust, and two things you can't muster the energy to care about. Shannon's fragrance is called "Smitten," and has the scent of unsullied hymen mixed with notes of a thrift store Bible and Jimmy Swaggart's tears. She loves the name "Smitten," which she says means pure and angelic. Like, smitten with the Lord? What word is she actually thinking of? Lisa tells us that Shannon's Christian thing is great and whatever, but her brand is confusing. She's not sure what Shannon is selling, other than herself short. I wish a magician or evil witch would come on this show and just turn Shannon into a big, dumb golden retriever that best represents her true spiritual self. Her impact would be exactly the same if she went through the competition as a pretty dog.