Romance Smells Like an Old Man

Somehow, within the tangled noodles and stale rice that make up my brain, I have decided that dapper old gents of the increasingly rare and refined sort are sniffable delights!

Perhaps the above declaration may make more sense if I let loose on the pictorial scene it that haunts my olfactory obsession.

I picture a gentleman who dons a well cut bespoke suit that has probably seen better days. Perhaps he wears leather brogues. If you look closely at his heels, you may be able to see traces of mud that betray his penchant for leisurely park walks. He smokes a pipe, he drinks the finest Scotch in a Baccarat glass of course. He is most probably an academic of some sort and has dedicated his life to a curious study of some kind. He has a well trained palate and an undying love for fine food. My gentleman spends most of his time in the library enclosed with his ancient books and maps. He sits at his mahogany desk and his chair is leather upholstered. He smells delightfully of his life and I wish I could steal this scent!

Unfortunately, my scent stealing pistol is kaput and so I have enlisted the help of some fab products to help me achieve this admittedly bizarre ambition. This offering from Le Labo really does help

Incidentally, Hiro and I have us a new deal, we will only buy new fragrances if we can BOTH happily wear them.