
Annoncering
Annoncering
First off, Secretions Magnifique smells a lot different in the vial than it does in the open air. When you sniff the vial it could almost be Axe body spray, but when it’s diffused it smells sour and metallic. “It has these blood notes. It has these synthetic notes – the iron,” Olya told me. When those blood notes get anywhere near the upper half of your body, it feels like you have a mouthful of pennies. As I’m walking to the train, I keep getting whiffs of myself and have to stop and gag several times. This perfume is fucking gross. When I get to school, a classmate tells me I smell like her ex-boyfriend.Monday:
I’m a little bit more used to the smell, so I don’t gag when I’m on the train. I do get some weird looks from strangers, but that might be because I was starting intently at their faces and trying to detect a glimmer of recognition in their eyes. 'You’re wondering if that smell is you, right?' I silently ask them.Around noon, I’m in the CondéNast elevator (don’t ask) with some supermodels. One of them did wrinkle her nose, but she could have had a cold or something. Also, they were probably too tall to register that I was even in the elevator with them. I realise about an hour later that I should have just asked the supermodels to smell me, and then I get really sweaty and upset by the missed opportunity. I notice that the smell gets stronger the more I sweat.
Annoncering
I completely forget that I’m wearing the perfume at this point. It doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, I think I’m starting to like it. It’s like having a cool secret, and it gives me a certain amount of edge – I’m forcing unwitting people to smell cum all day.Like Olya told me, “If you can pull it off, why not go there?” All anyone really wants out of life is to be remembered, right? I don’t care if I’m remembered as the small woman who inexplicably always reeks of cum, so long as people don’t forget me when I die.Wednesday:
I get through the entire day without thinking about Secretions Magnifique, but then some girl tells me I smell like her dad. I spend several hours feeling bad for her. When I go to a bar, I don’t get carded even though I look 12 – I assume it’s because I smell like someone with “mature hobbies”, or at the very least a reason to drink.Thursday:
I’m too comfortable with the smell at this point, so I have to drag in some fresh perspective. A friend and I spray each other down (romantic) and head to a show. This is a major test of Secretions Magnifique: Its main selling point is that it makes people think about sex. “In the right amount it works to help attract species, such as humans,” Olya had told me. Such as humans, indeed. An hour into the show, a 35-year-old Canadian approaches my friend and tells her she “smells really, really good”. He doesn’t stop grinding on her the whole time we’re there, even when she tells him about the perfume. “I’ll lick the blood and cum off your neck,” are his exact words. Romance, right before my eyes!
Annoncering
