Fierce by Abercrombie and Fitch
I barely need to introduce this scent as it was quite literally the smell of every American mall from 2002 onward. It was actually pumped through the air vents of Abercrombie and Fitch to create a not so subtle atmosphere of what everybody’s life could be like if they were effortlessly, wholesomely, all-American-ly, bonafide hotties. Bless those employees’ hearts who are probably now suffering permanent damage from a combination of this scent and their circulation being cut off from low slung jeans. I shed a tear and burn a polo. As I smell this nearly two decades after it was permanently ingrained in my psyche, I have to thank Abercrombie for creating a powerful warning signal for a certain type of guy. This sick fuq definitely wore a puka shell bracelet and had a Kiss by Tanya Chalkin poster in their college dorm room. I can already see the flip flops with a nasty hangnail emerging in forty degree weather—my god.
Notes include: petitgrain, cardamom, lemon, orange, fir, and seanotes; middle notes are jasmine, rosemary, lily-of-the-valley and sage; base notes are vetiver, musk, oakmoss and sandalwood. In real life you’re going to smell like a multi-level popped collar and unironic Kanye West shutter glasses. Absolutely horrifying—proceed with caution.