First it was the man your man could smell like.
That was good. Funny. Interesting.
Then we had that pretentious Gerard “You can see it in my deeds” Butler bollocks.
Which was not good. But funny. In a fucked-up kind-of way.
Then things took a very freaky turn with the ancient, ex-guitarist of Judas Priest deciding to become a fragrance mogul by launching ‘Metal’ … the first scent designed exclusively for lovers of Rock Music.
No seriously, I’m not making this up.
But now … just when you thought it couldn’t get any more twisted, you have this:
Yes … you can now buy a fragrance that features a b-grade, fake, royal insignia because the creator is a delusional fuckwit, that lets you smell – and feel – like this:
And you thought it was mad when Mont Blanc invited you to smell like a pen.