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Rush by Gucci

Rush by Gucci

It’s 1999 and you’re the Gucci red brick bitch. You are going to the club to do poppers (obviously Rush, duh!) and you want to smell like them blended with peach rings. Once this is applied you will seduce and pull everyone towards you to the tune of “Blue” by Eiffel 65. You’re not blue though, you are fiery red hot. You slapped on a mesh, crystal-encrusted, “bebe” shirt paired with Buffalo platform sneakers and you are ready to repeat the fleeting high of nitrites all night.

While dancing a narcotic haze of Rush envelopes you completely and you suddenly have an urge to climb up to the top of the chapel at Limelight. When you descend the stairs you stumble a bit and steady yourself with the chain of a flamed wallet attached to a hot guy. The hedonistic universe has come full circle and you are up, strung out, and ready to put your vinyl pants to the test.

Notes include peach, Californian gardenia, African freesia petals, coriander, damask rose and jasmine, patchouli, vanilla and vetiver. In real life you will truly smell like the inside of Pink Pussycat Boutique in the West Village. Silicon, lube, and candy.