What we’ve all been waiting for. 24: The Fragrance.
A spokesman for The Fragrance Shop, where Bauer obssessives can exclusively purchase the aftershave, said: “The man behind this exceptional perfume is enigmatic with incredible self-assurance. He conveys an air of extreme distinction. He is urban, cosmopolitan, but above all a hero.”
This is not a joke.
The verdict?
So what does it smell like? More prosaic descriptions of the aftershave among willing testers in the Guardian office ranged from “mosquito-repellent” to “musty” via “flowers and bubblegum”. Kinder comments included: “OK but lacking complexity”, “not bad” and “it smells of sophisticated danger” – the latter said with a raised eyebrow.
I think guys should spray it on while screaming: “Dammit! I have no choice!”
Maybe you’re supposed to spray it on, run around, fight bad guys, be tortured, have a heart attack, parachute from a plane, and engage in some kung fu before the chemicals smell right.
I’d prefer to try it while screaming, “Mr. President, there’s no time!”
I hope it doesn’t smell of him when he was a heroin addict for 24 hours. That wouldn’t be good. Maybe it smells like explosives and kevlar?
Out on the red carpet – I guess I’d rather be wearing Jack Bauer than Jack Shi…
oh never-mind.
Hmm, as I’ve never never watched the program, but have heard much about it, I would suppose it should be a heady combination of, sweatin’ like a pig (which actually don’t of course…’cause they’s just tooooo cool for school!), cordite, testosterone, and the e-rot-ically cloying metallic aroma of clotting red cells.
Rather a lot like a hog house in slaughtering season, but now that’s just a guess mind ya.
Oh great, now I’ma hankerin’ sausage, bacon & country ham biscuits!
(okay, so was being a tad facetious , I’m always hankerin’ for a good pig biscuit)
Granted that ham makes everything better, but… what’s a pig biscuit?
A biscuit anywhere near the vicinity of a deeelicious hunk o’ pork, and likely whether it’s still got the squeal or not I’d reckon…a good high quality biscuit knows what’s goin’ on, is what I’m thinkin’…biscuits bein’ practically prophetic around these here parts, is what I’m sayin’ .
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Well okay, when made proper with buttermilk & salted butter & lard that is, I mean those canned biscuits ain’t nothin’ but over priced false profit
(holy smoke, that sure was a long way around the barn just to get to the front door now wuddnit
For him: Jack Bauer; for her:
Together – well, make sure you’re not around…
And my inexpert html code ate my link. Just google: lady gaga perfume. She and Jack will get along just fine…
Can you imagine it?
“Smell me! I’m as tough as Jack Bauer!”
“Oh yeah? Get a wiff o’ me, I smell like Lady Gaga after she has kicked Jack’s butt… and done one or two ‘other’ things with him. Beat that!”