Old Spice's Wolfthorn; that's what i read when bustling down the aisle.
i was rushing my groceries because fuck pants, and i quickly remember that i needed something to not smell like summer-roasted fleshy bits. enter Old Spice's Wolfthorn.
now, call me sexist, but i was raised in a world where male deodorant has features that make it "male". smell, branding, whatever. point was, having no time to stop and smell (i did but i wasnt trying to wait in an ever-growing hot link of a grocery line in california summer weather), i picked what i thought would be unambiguously manly and hopefully male-ish scented deodorant; the one with the fucking wolf on it.
fucking Wolfthorn; i opened you up 30 minutes later at home, and you literally smelled like fruity body spray and Flintstones vitamins.
stupidest thing was that i gave my older brother what i thought would be the gayest one ("Bearglove" lmao), and it was the most normal smelling one of the two.
so yeah; now i smell pretty