Product: Gucci by Gucci
Packaging: The little sample booklet is neat, with shiny, shiny bronze and gold and the staple self-serving G logo covering every centimeter. The shiny gold letter makes the laundry list of toxic chemical ingredients seem alluring.
Name: I dislike self-titled perfumes. I think it’s not only uncreative but more than just a little conceited. We know it’s by Gucci, isn’t that enough?
Odor: The first thing I noticed when I took a whiff of this was the alcohol singeing my nose hairs. Seriously, is that rocket fuel or something? Underneath the hooch is a robust, layered musky scent.
Application: Within a minute after putting a dab on my wrist I was in the bathroom trying to desperately wash it off. My allergies flared, I was going through tissues faster than a twelve year old boy who just discovered the joys of hentai (use your Google-Fu.) Despite washing my hands/wrist twice, the perfume stuck and I was so allergy-ridden that I had to take a shower. Even thereafter, I could still detect a lingering scent that did not fully vanish for a few hours.
Verdict: The courts ordered that Gucci by Gucci is not permitted within 300 feet of me. Unless you want to use this pungent poison as some sort of allergy-inducing weapon for your arch-nemesis, I’d say steer clear. On the plus side, if you dig the scent and aren’t prone to sneezing your brains out you can be assured this perfume will last all evening (and then some.).
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