Callipygian sexpot Kim Kardashian unveiled her long-awaited signature scent to an eager public last January. That the ambulatory pair of buttocks would seek to profit from her musky vapors is neither surprising nor particularly blameworthy; that America’s dulled cultural palate has allowed KK to stink up the aisles of Wal-Mart and Target stores nationwide eleven months later is.
As readers of Promethean Times already know, Kardashian is the ninth most beautiful woman in the world. It is likely for this reason, and not because of the perfume’s quality, that Kardashian’s pungent secretion is so highly prized.
Katy Perry, thought to be the world’s most beautiful woman, has her own signature scent, Purr. People who like that kind of crap call it “a bewitchingly bold aroma, infused with the twin scents of desperate tears and moist muppet fur.“