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According to first-years living on 3rd floor of Andrews, the Scandinavian kid who lives at the end of the hall smells so fucking good.
The tall, light-haired kid, who is from Norway or Sweden or something, has been eliciting strong reactions from his hallmates. “At first I didn’t know what I was smelling,” states Jane Schultz, who was the first to experience the smell. “Cool and distinctly European. All of the sudden, it was as if I had stepped into a Copenhagen nightclub. It was like all three members of Swedish House Mafia were standing next to me breathing down my neck. I was in heaven.”
Jack Shen, who lives directly above the Scandinavian kid, reported a similar experience. “I was running late for my 8:30 a.m. class, and as I turned to lock my door, it hit me: modern, handsome, sexy, but also sweet and delicate like IKEA meatballs,” says Shen. “I’m super lucky—the air vent brings the scent right up to my room.”
At press time, the Scandinavian kid’s responses were unintelligible over the thumping bass playing in his room.
