Syzygy73

Pine forest fresh without the toilet cleaner astringency. This is Italian elegance and style though more piano than forte in performance.

A crisp barbershop soapiness balanced with soft herbs making for an overall deeply satisfying sense of cleanliness. A gentleman's cologne.

If Interlude is Hemingway, chest puffed out and chewing a cigar, this is F. Scott Fitzgerald sitting quietly and meekly in the background.

As dark as the subtext of a Dickens novel, full of poverty, vice and wretchedness. This evokes the seedy London of Jack the Ripper.

Like Versace Pour Homme only not, and crap as well.