02/07/2018
Silverfire
130 Reviews
Silverfire
Very helpful Review
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That Unused Bottle At the Back's Story
Hi. You might remember me. The name's Blue -- Dylan Blue. You picked me up when you were feeling giddy and probably after a paycheck. You listened to your friends or believed the hype on the interwebs. Maybe you even sampled me and I was the perfect olfactory companion while you were in the store. I was rich; I was oriental; I spoke low and soft and with power and mystery. I didn't pressure you too much and I didn't smell like the barnyard. However, by the time you got home, I had retreated to a few follicles on your arm and smelled perfectly ordinary. You were angry. You felt ripped off. So you tried me again and again and again, but I was always the same. You know what they say about the scorpion and the toad, right? It's my nature, and so you exiled me to the back of your fragrance collection. Weeks passed and you forgot about me, but I had to speak up now while you were out and warn all the other copies of me out there to not be taken hostage by unappreciative humans. They won't love you, brothers. They will abandon you just because we're nothing special. Beware! Do not end up at the back of the shelf like I have. And any humans reading this, you should be ashamed -- now you know what we are, so there's no reason for you to abandon us. Either kindly pass us by or use us in some other fragrance-appropriate way, but to be bought and then ignored is the worst of all deaths -- slow and unmerciful in the constant overlooking.
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