Rush Gucci 1999

There are few fragrances that are as unmistakable, sexy, and at the same time somewhat strange to me. Rush is not one of those generic scents that get lost in the sea of successful fragrances. It is simply distinctive. I love how it envelops me and how it radiates. It is sweet, animalistic, fresh, while also being synthetic, and one should be careful not to overdo it. It definitely packs a punch. When I smell it, night falls. I see the lights of the big city. I taste beer, Vodka Red Bull, strawberry liqueur. I hear live music; rockabilly, punk rock, stoner rock, and I see hardcore shows (that’s music too ;-)). I think of the Röhren in Stuttgart, of the Submission with several floors. I set my alarm for 10 PM to get ready for the party. I remember pre-gaming with girlfriends and the hope of meeting certain guys at concerts or parties. I recall loud, wild driving music, incredibly good and terribly bad bands, sweaty crowds, sticky concert and club floors from beer, and foggy, smoky concert halls.
Furthermore, I remember the annoying birds that wouldn’t let me sleep in the early morning hours. And the Sunday morning that didn’t start until 2 PM - at the earliest. Rush accompanied me until that point and only disappeared after showering, when the hair lost the smell of smoke from washing and the remaining makeup was rinsed away. Yes, and today I sit on Sunday at 9 AM, well-rested after breakfast, still with a cup of coffee at the table, writing this and reminiscing about old times. Thanks to a spritz of Gucci Rush on my wrist. And I look forward to the next night out with a concert and girlfriends next weekend. Less wild, less long but still nice and surely accompanied by 3 spritzes of Gucci Rush.