Smell Ya Later
I had a deep thought today. About women’s fragrance.
I don’t wear perfume. I have a very sensitive nose. I can’t stand smelly soaps or candles. Unscented everything. If I deign to wear any kind of fragrance it’s either pheremones or Demeter Tomato and I wear them sparingly.
Only those. Ever.
For those who don’t know, I used to work at a high school. There was one mom in particular who I absolutely loved. She was sweet and understanding and I loved her kid. Great family! But I could smell her for hours after she left my office. She actually left a trail of her scent in her wake. When I reread a Twilight Saga book and the topic of “scent tracking” arises, I can empathize. I know what that’s like!
And it’s been years since I laid nose on another such being. It happened today.
It’s just something I will never understand. Why does your scent have to occupy the entire room? I have a few theories:
- Women who wear that much perfume have some other god-awfuler odor to cover up and the only way to do that is to douse oneself in a metric shit-ton of fragrance.
- Women who wear that much perfume have some sort of nasal deficiency and they can’t really tell how much they’re wearing. To them, it’s subtle.
- Women who wear that much perfume are testing us. They’ll do it until someone says DAMN BITCH take it DOWN a notch!
- Women who wear that much perfume are trying to desensitize the general public.
What do we think?
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