The Perfume Store

The Perfume Store

We arrived in Quatar monday night and had to wait 4 hours to catch a
flight to Mumbai. The airport was more primitive than I had expected
of Arabs so there was little to do but roam around in a oversized
perfume store. Contrary to most men I do not find such expeditions a
torture, I greatly enjoy visiting perfume shops. The Perfume Shop is a
magical trinket, a clinical display of the best that both design and
hormone technology have to offer. I can wander around in perfume shops
for hours, looking at all the colors and shapes of the bottles, most
of which in some way or other resemble the bodies of women. I usually
take delight in touching each and every one of them. I find their
designs refreshing and the hormones they evaporate on touch after one
hour never fail to make me more high than any joint could. Usually
after one hour of sniffing the latest developments in hormone
manipulation technology I feel the gentle steps of stars on my
nostrils and anyone present can simply tip me out of the store with a
dumb grin on my face.

However, before my readers will start to think me perverse enough to
have no objections to the perfume store phenomenon: I am of course
aware that there are many defects in its present manifestations. One
of those defects is that the entire men’s section is simply
uninteresting. For some reason these perfume companies seem to think
that a men’s perfume must consist of 90% musk and 10% something else.
As musk is a very dominating scent that 10% something else is usually
barely noticable. All men’s perfumes basically smell the same. The
bottles are as sophisticated as raw bricks. Men’s perfumes usually are
never bought by men but by women who, after having wandered around the
perfume store for an hour, are such high of the hormones in their
systems and have such overkill of different scents in their nostrils
that the only thing that still can reach them is that good old
battered ram of musk in the men’s section. My advice to the poor guys
that get these for a present is to never wear this perfume exept if
you plan an excursion into a perfume store, the only place where a
men’s perfume is actually still effective. Otherwise stick to a nice
woman’s perfume; there’s 24 hours of research behind every one of
those bottles against that one second of gorilla luck that musk will
weave into your scental aura.

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