







Based on the true story of a once beautiful man who ended up a Fat Electrician. Because while beauty fades, a good fragrance is forever. And contrary to the name, this is an ever attractive and wearable vetiver-based scent modernized by woody Vanilla Bean and balsamic Myrrh.
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His beauty would have been his greatest asset. One imagines he was raised in the big air of Texas, his soft skin scrubbed by ears of wheat, his eyelashes curled by grappling with grace against a blinding sun. A Midnight Cowboy lost on city asphalt.
A fisherman without a line, he was made to be hooked by others, to believe in his fate without knowing it, to wreak havoc and forget it over time. Youth for women-of-a-certain-age, stock for late-night parties, a partner to accompany the wealthy of Palm Beach on nature walks, his splendor is consumed in the service of others. Now, a Fat Electrician in New Jersey, his talent depleted in his sexual decline. This is the curse of beauty - it doesn’t last.
Vetiver from Haiti, chestnut cream, olive leaves, myrrh, vanilla, opoponax
A scent worth questioning, like a poem you’ve thrown into the waste basket and then picked out to take another stab at. I find myself getting sideways glances when I wear it and it gives me the same thrill as wearing a dress with no undergarments. Burnt rubber, sexy smoke, a powder compact, pomade two days old on a man you’ve been fucking but wish you were loving. It’s a story that has been told before. I love it.
A scent worth questioning, like a poem you’ve thrown into the waste basket and then picked out to take another stab at. I find myself getting sideways glances when I wear it and it gives me the same thrill as wearing a dress with no undergarments. Burnt rubber, sexy smoke, a powder compact, pomade two days old on a man you’ve been fucking but wish you were loving. It’s a story that has been told before. I love it.