Depending on which Spirit-of-’76 manifesto you’ve chosen to follow, the latest product from the Sex Pistols camp is either the biggest sellout since Billy Idol, or the most punk thing to float down the sewer pipe since GG Allin.

The band that gave the world Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious, and thousands upon thousands of pale imitators (looking at you Green Day) now has its own perfume. Simply titled Sex Pistols, it somewhat surprisingly doesn’t smell like spit, Mohawk-strength hair-glue, or the urinals at London’s fabled 100 Club. Instead, Hot Topic shoppers and suburban grandmothers who remembers buying Never Mind the Bullocks on vinyl at Kelly’s on Granville Street will end up radiating black plum, aldehydes, and heliotrope, drying down to patchouli, orcanox, and leather.

For no other reason than the inclusion of the hippie-favourite fragrance patchouli, the fragrance is guaranteed to offend every punk dogmatist who walked away from their first listening of "Seventeen" vowing to never wear flares.

As for the idea of sullying the Pistols’s legacy, if Rotten and Company taught us anything, it’s that the only true rules of punk rock are that there are no rules. So if the band has just pissed you off with Sex Pistols—which should hit stores sometimes this fall—then it’s still doing its job nearly 35 years after it shocked the world with "God Save the Queen".