In college, I had this ex-boyfriend, Drew, who had an over-cologning problem (that’s a real word, by the way). Needless to say, things didn’t work out – not because he was an over-cologner, but because his zeal with the spray bottle was merely a symbol of a myriad of other self-centered dysfunctions – but he was incredibly hot so the shelf life of our relationship kept getting shelved. Anyway… At the end of our nights together, he would jump into the can for his obligatory pre-bed shower (another oddly compulsive behavior that should have been an indicator of the tumults to come, but I digress), and wash off the excess of his extremely pungent, musky perfume – and all that would be left behind was the faint scent of soap, organic of course, and whatever leftover warm bottom notes had nuzzled their way into the abysses of his dermis over the course of the night. He would hop into bed and I would bury my face into his chest and inhale deeply. That was the highlight of our relationship.
This Body Shop stuff smells just like recently showered Drew. And it’s $12.50. It’s super sophisticated and I feel like a grown up using it, even though I snicker every time I see the words “gel douche” written on the bottle. Retire that Satsuma and buy it already.
