A is for Aftershave. Specifically when Men (and women, i don't discriminate) wear too much of it. You're pottering down the road, or having a wonder about in the shops, or on a bus or a train or a ferry, and all of a sudden BOOOOOOOM. You are hit by a solid WALL of smell. I'm quite sure this smell was originally anticipated to be a lovely smell (somehow), but the problem is that people cake it on. It smashes into my face and attacks my brain and for the next five, ten, twenty minutes (days) all i can smell is an awful sense of desperation, arrogance and audacity. And sweat.
Its. Grim.
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