I was browsing the perfumes in the chemist today, admiring the shapely bottles, imagining the spicy and floral fragrances.
I saw a bottle marked "Go" and thought to myself: Yes. Go-getter, trend setter, that's me, I'll have a spritz of that one.
After a lengthy spray on my wrists I smoothed a bit on my neck pressure point, finished my purchases and walked outside.
Then it hit me.
What is that smell?
It evokes er... I can't quite place it... images of stubble... er... hairy sinks... gravel rash... er... DAMN IT!!!
A wonderous waft came up to my nostrils and I realised that blokey-smell was in fact me.
I checked out the blurb on the Go! website:
"...it not only changes the way you smell but changes the way you feel"
You're telling me.
...Could the hint of violet leaf be responsible for catching that girl's eye or not?"
Probably. I may get a few looks from women thinking "why is that chick wearing aftershave?"
Would it have killed them to put "Pour Homme" on the dang bottle?
I did wonder why it was next to the David Beckham and Old Spice though...
So now, for the rest of the day (and night) I will smell like Eau De Bloke.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Pour Homme... Or Me