Here’s the deal: I own too much nail polish. Like, museum-exhibit levels. One day, future historians will crack open my closet and write dissertations titled “Why Did This Woman Need Seventeen Shades of Slightly-Different Purple?”Instead of hiding my stash in shame, I’m flipping the script.
Welcome to The Unvarnished Truth — my new series where I test out polishes from my collection and tell you exactly what’s good, what’s bad, and what’s just aggressively mediocre. No fluff, no filters, just straight-up polish honesty.
And we’re kicking things off with a bubbly little number: Holo Taco’s Lemon Spritzer.
Meet Lemon Spritzer
This polish is basically a cocktail on your fingertips. Picture a lemon drop martini, a mimosa, and a disco ball having a lovechild. That’s Lemon Spritzer. A sheer yellow jelly base stuffed with holographic flakies that catch the light so hard, my nails look like stained-glass windows blessed by Beyoncé herself.
But here’s the unvarnished truth (see what I did there?): she’s kinda sheer. Two coats and you’ve got “sparkly lemonade.” Three or four coats, and you finally hit “full citrus sorcery.” Thankfully, the formula layers like a dream and never gets gloopy — unlike my attempts at layering mascara.
The Road Test
I treat my nails like they owe me money. I type with unnecessary force, wash dishes like I’m scrubbing for surgery, and generally live like a raccoon with Wi-Fi. Even so, Lemon Spritzer lasted three whole days before chipping. For a sheer polish full of glittery flakes, that’s basically witchcraft.
The Vibe Check
This isn’t your quiet, neutral “I have my life together” polish. Lemon Spritzer is loud. She’s the extrovert who drags you to rooftop happy hour and insists you order something with a flaming garnish. She’s here for summer, for vacations, for any day you want your nails to scream, You’re hot, don’t forget it.
Final Verdict
7/10. Lemon Spritzer is a whole mood in a bottle. Yes, you have to build her up, but when she shines, she shines.Consider this polish your wearable serotonin boost.
That’s the first entry in The Unvarnished Truth. One bottle down, way too many to go. Buckle up.
