My Hunt for the “GG Perfume”
Alright, so I was on this mission, right? To find the ultimate “gg perfume.” Not like an actual brand called that, but you know, that scent. The one that makes you feel like you’ve already won, whatever you’re doing. I’d heard folks talking, seen a few things here and there about finding that one smell that just clicks, gives you that bit of an edge.
So, the search began. I pretty much went everywhere I could think of. Big department stores with all those shiny bottles, even some of those smaller, kinda fancy shops. I must have stuck my nose into hundreds of testers. Seriously, my nose almost gave up on me. Some smelled like I’d dived headfirst into a flowerbed, way too much. Others were so punchy, felt like they could clear a room. Nothing was hitting that “gg” spot for me.
Then, after what felt like ages, I thought I’d struck gold. Found this one bottle, wasn’t even crazy expensive. It had this nice, sort of understated cool smell to it. I did the whole spray-on-the-wrist thing. First sniff? Not bad, not bad at all. I really thought, “Okay, this has gotta be it! This is my ‘gg’ moment!” I grabbed the bottle, paid up, feeling pretty chuffed with myself.
Got it back to my place, still feeling good about my find. Decided to put a proper spritz on, you know, really settle into the scent. And that’s when things took a turn. My cat, Mittens – usually he doesn’t give a hoot about what I’m up to unless there’s food involved – he just strolled into the room. He took one sniff of the air, then just stared at me. You know that look cats give? Like you’re the most offensive thing he’s ever encountered.
- He actually started sneezing, like, a lot.
- Then he backed up, really slow, eyes wide, as if I was radioactive or something.
- And get this, he hissed at me! Mittens almost never hisses!
I was standing there, totally bewildered. I didn’t think it smelled that bad. I mean, I actually liked it. But apparently, the boss of the house had a very different opinion. He completely avoided me for the rest of the evening. Every time I got near him, he’d shoot me this dirty look and make this little grumbly noise. Honestly, it was a bit sad, you know? My grand “gg perfume” turned out to be a massive “nope” for him.
So, there you have it. My big quest for the perfect “gg perfume” pretty much crashed and burned because my cat’s a tough critic. Looks like I’m back to square one. Or maybe I’ll just go fragrance-free when I’m home. That bottle of perfume? It’s now tucked away at the very back of a drawer, a little monument to my failed scent adventure. Guess not all “good games” are won with a fancy smell.
