My Encounter with Elon’s Burnt Hair Perfume from The Boring Co
Have you ever experienced that nostalgic, musty scent that lingers in older buildings when the heating system is switched on during winter after lying dormant for a year? Now, picture that peculiar aroma infused with a hint of burnt hair from a child’s doll and the pungent odor of a sweaty locker room with an unfortunate surprise. That’s the intriguing mix that tantalizes your senses when you uncap a bottle of Burnt Hair, the latest perfume offering from Elon Musk’s The Boring Co., which, for some inexplicable reason, I decided to purchase. So far, I’ve only managed to come up with one suitable use for it.
It’s evident to me that in preparation for his much-discussed cage fight with Meta CEO Mark Zuckerberg, all Elon needs to do is generously douse himself with Burnt Hair to enhance his natural musk. No matter how much Zuckerberg has honed his physical prowess, if Elon follows this strategy, the match will be decided even before you can write a quick post about the epic showdown.
Elon, if you happen to be reading this, Burnt Hair is your unbeatable weapon against Zuck.
Honestly, I can’t fathom why I bought this ridiculous product, and I’m equally clueless about how I’ll safely dispose of it. I’m sure I’ll come up with a solution once the candles I’m burning manage to eliminate the lingering noxious fumes that I foolishly unleashed in my apartment.
Surprisingly, the packaging for Burnt Hair is remarkably well-crafted, surpassing what one would expect for a perfume with such a disagreeable scent. The fragrance is housed in an attractive bottle, artfully presented within thoughtful Boring Co. packaging, which even features a tagline that reads, “The essence of repugnant desire.”
Burnt Hair joins the ranks of Elon’s whimsical products, following the likes of Tesla-branded Tequila and The Boring Co.’s Not A Flamethrower. Unfortunately, for those intrigued souls out there, the perfume is currently sold out. But don’t despair too much; just picture the amalgamation of gasoline and regret, and you’ll get a sense of what you missed.
