Grass by GAP
Much like swing-dancing in khakis, GAP also tried to make a fragrance for every personality type try to happen in 1995. Although, to this day I haven’t found a single Earth girl from the original lineup of body sprays. The year was 2001 when I finally made my sacred choice between Heaven, Dream, Om, and Grass. I was freshly 11 and waffling between wanting to be cool and sophisticated, while still stuffing toilet paper with double-sided scotch tape into my GAP hipster basic underwear as a makeshift maxi pad. Life is all about aspirational advertising, ok? I aspired to smell mysterious and alternative like... grass.
When I first misted this in my bedroom behind a protective wall of iridescent door beads I remember smelling like how a Bratz doll felt. A combination of sassy and Barbie’s worst nightmare. A sense of freedom came over me and I sent an SMS on my Nokia to a boy who liked my Invader Zim pin. The dry down made me smell more like an Appletini than a lawnmower’s shaft but I still felt authentic as FUCK.
Notes include green leaves and apple; middle notes are grass, cucumber and water lily; base notes are clover and white musk. In real life you will smell like the dorm room you hope to accessorize one day.