I have absolutely no sense when it comes to air fresheners. Actually, no, I can’t say that; I have enough sense not to pick out a can of something named “Stench Blossom Bouqet” if the chance ever came up. What I mean is that I make bad decisions when choosing supposedly nice smells.
On Thursday, I stopped by the Zellers at the Malvern Town Centre for a refill to my Glade air freshener in my room here in Waterloo. Previously, I had picked up something called Hawaiian Breeze. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Thing is, even with the air freshener set to its lowest setting my room smelled like some sort of fruit salad exploded all over the place. Seriously. Imagine if someone took a slice of papaya and smeared it all over your walls. That’s the image that comes to mind. It was pretty damn strong. I put up with it though, because I just didn’t want my room to smell like the room of a stale bachelor pad. The smell may have been a bit too strong though. My roommate once came in the room, smelled the air, and thought that I had been masturbating heavily…which…NO.
The smell (of a luau gone awry) died down, and I thought that the plugin had stabilized somehow. Not the case though: the bottle of oil was just nearing the end of its life.
So, anyway, back to Zellers. I was debating between two choices they had there: clean linen, or apple and cinnamon. I was really leaning towards clean linen, but for some reason apple and cinnamon won out. I thought it would be a quaint smell, and besides the scent of cinnamon is supposed to be very stimulating for males (so I hear). So, as soon as I got back to my room here in Waterloo, I plugged it in. Now I’m mildly regretting not going with clean linen. My room now smells like someone placed a small explosive in a McDonalds apple pie and detonated it in the centre of my room. I suppose it will take a few days to get used to, but in the end, I think I should stick to scents that aren’t quite so fruity.
Damn you, Glade!
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