A perfume of self-hatred.
For those in any way S+M inclined, or have a gimp, leather, or torture fetish, and have spent a lifetime searching for a corresponding scent, look no further.
This perfume is tar, this is rubber; your face pounded into asphalt and the apparatus waiting; for a night of complex, breathless and painful autoasphyxiation.
I myself wouldn’t touch this in any circumstances, but as a concept, from bottle to scent, and as a just about wearable anti-perfume, it is the best of its type.
Just spray it on the PVC and wait.
Notes: town gas, vapours of bitumen, opoponax, grilled cigarettes, pyrogenics.
But you took it too far. Those exhaust fumes, the car oil, the vehicle grease for lube…
And then the rafters. Even you knew there were…
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