Monday, August 20, 2012

Monkey Monday: Player - or Scent-Slut?

As promised last week, I was going to tell you the story of my friend (who brought me a sample of Angel). So, we met at the beach and she was telling me about this guy she went on 2 dates with. On the 2ndn one things got a little steamier, and she couldn't help but notice that on top of the colgone on his neck (Armani Code - kinda fruity woody-oriental that she could recognize from the 1st date), and on his wrists (A*Men - delicious coffee, patchouli and cocoa), there was a very familiar scent all over his chest too...
It took her a few moments to figure out what cause an olfactory cognitive dissonance - and an ever so slightly sense of mistrust:
The perfume of questions, which she first thought might be Jean-Paul Gautier's Classique (the one in the feminine torso), was non other than the rosy-violet sweetness of Bvlgari pour Femme.
In other words: The man could have very possibly just been in the arms of another woman (which can be hardly considered infidelity in this context; but still...). Or: he was a scent-slut and was trying on all kinds of smelly things on...

When she humourously confronted him about it (after all, no girl wants to come across as "jealous" on the 2nd date. We're in year 2012, after all!), he went on about how he just met this lady friend who works at The Bay (and who, fair enough, let him try A*Men and was generous enough to give him a bunch of more Angel samples to give to all the other ladies he's trying to get involved with). Supposedly, according to his robust theory, his friend is a big woman and gave him a big hug, which doused his shirt with Bvlgari Pour Femme; and later when he stopped to drink from a water fountain, the scent further penetrated his shirt to cover his chest...
End of story.

And now I'm passing the ball to you: Do you think his story is true? Is he a player? Or just likes to douse himself with very strong perfumes (and/or strongly scented women)?
I will tell you what my friend decided later...

Among the commenters, there will be a lucky draw on Friday (promise!) to win a bottle of Pink Praline by Soivohle'.

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8 Comments:

At August 20, 2012 5:01 PM, Anonymous Bridget Theodore said...

I think the fact that he had a different cologne on both his neck AND wrist makes his story plausible. I didn't know that water fountains still existed though! (Well, outside of schools at least)

 
At August 20, 2012 8:36 PM, Blogger ll graham said...

She should have dumped him when she got the first whiff of Armani Code.

 
At August 20, 2012 10:44 PM, Blogger Ayala Moriel said...

Bidget,
Good point - but he could also be a scent-lover AND a player...

 
At August 20, 2012 10:46 PM, Blogger Ayala Moriel said...

Lisa,
Armani Code is not amazing; but IMHO still better than all the calone-drenched colognes out there...
Most guys in Vancouver wear nothing - or one of them (Aqua di Gio, Cool Water, Issey Miyake, etc.).
Things are changing a bit though now that there are a lot of students from Arabia hanging around...

 
At August 21, 2012 8:54 PM, Blogger nekosan said...

I vote scent-slut. Partly since i expect honesty from people, and partly since knowingly wearing two scents already (and having a ton of samples) does help explain the scent-transfer.

 
At August 22, 2012 8:30 PM, Blogger Ayala Moriel said...

Nekosan, I envy your innocence...
;-)
Do you think this would explain the lady's perfume on his chest?

 
At August 23, 2012 9:51 PM, Blogger semiloner said...

Hmmm the scenario seems plausible but a little suspicious. I'd say if he was able to come up with such a detailed story right off the bat, I would likely believe him. Although I would proceed with caution!

 
At August 25, 2012 9:52 PM, Blogger jolav.blog said...

Well, some people give big hugs, that drench shirts in perfume and leave you smelling the way they do. Water from fountains also soaks into shirts and spread the scent even further. I believe part of this story - the one about a hug... And another one, and another... and then some.Different pots, one intention, same stew.

 

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