A man’s presence should be announced unequivocally and steadfast by a familial scent at his arrival and his departure should be noted by its absence. A void left from the removal, with only a fragment of an imprint left behind.
A romantic thought to be sure, but one not as easily attained as spritzing whatever you may have lying around from Christmas and hoping for the best. Billboards adorned with Hollywood heavyweights nary exemplify the world of finely crafted fragrances. Peel back the façade and what remains is, well, adequate, but, you want a little more than that right? You want people to remember you for the right reasons.
There exists a fragrance house as thoroughly antipodean as VB hitting some of the finest notes since Bach cried Ave Maria. Excuse me, since J.B found Purpose. Better? OK.