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YSL Kouros:
To wit: these legendary monster smells going rather nice and comforting on me.
I absolutely get what it is in here that people object to -- there's more than a hint of generalized male body smell, not particularly recently washed. And also oakmoss, and leather, and -- actually, particularly on the opening -- shaving soap. (I think that may be an aldehyde thing. Which is fucking brilliant, actually. I think this actually has a sense of humor.) It's actually a strong enough body-smell to momentarily trick you into thinking you're sitting next to an entire other person, which I think is almost excessively brilliant.
It's also highly convenient that this was released in 1981, because it smells fucking exactly like you'd expect A2A-era Gene Hunt to smell, minus the cigarette smoke. I mean, exactly. I am therefore, of course, incredibly fond of it.
(Speaking of scenting A2A characters, my vial of Giorgio turned up in the mail today. I have never been quite so punched in the face by flowers on opening a mailing envelope. This is going to be BRILLIANT.)
(Suspect Mr. Keats wears Iris Silver Mist. I may have to try some.)
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To wit: these legendary monster smells going rather nice and comforting on me.
I absolutely get what it is in here that people object to -- there's more than a hint of generalized male body smell, not particularly recently washed. And also oakmoss, and leather, and -- actually, particularly on the opening -- shaving soap. (I think that may be an aldehyde thing. Which is fucking brilliant, actually. I think this actually has a sense of humor.) It's actually a strong enough body-smell to momentarily trick you into thinking you're sitting next to an entire other person, which I think is almost excessively brilliant.
It's also highly convenient that this was released in 1981, because it smells fucking exactly like you'd expect A2A-era Gene Hunt to smell, minus the cigarette smoke. I mean, exactly. I am therefore, of course, incredibly fond of it.
(Speaking of scenting A2A characters, my vial of Giorgio turned up in the mail today. I have never been quite so punched in the face by flowers on opening a mailing envelope. This is going to be BRILLIANT.)
(Suspect Mr. Keats wears Iris Silver Mist. I may have to try some.)
This entry was originally posted at http://thatyourefuse.dreamwidth.org/437414.html. Please comment there if you can.