Perhaps my tastes are a bit odd, but I would much rather smell a sweaty, unshowered David Beckham than a freshly groomed P. Diddy. Yet Diddy, who just can’t seem to settle on a fucking nickname, boasts that his men’s fragrance smells hella better than Beckham’s respective scent, Intimately. Eh.
Here is the scoop from a review of Sean John’s Unforgiveable fragrance:
The hesperidic accord has a vivid character conjuring a vision of tangerines and oranges left in the sun. The warmth permeating the fruit underscored by the freshness of the fleshy pulp is laced with the ozonic notes, which persist throughout the composition. Nevertheless, the ozonic element is not the typical sharp and synthetic zing that one tends to associate with the marine themed fragrances. Instead, it lends a bright, cool leitmotif to the sparkling citrus, the warm fruity richness and the green herbs.
The warmth suggested in the top notes is explored further in the heart, which has a quality of fig skin–soft and silky. The fruity tonality is emphasized by the creamy apple sweetness folded around the spicy verdancy of basil. The elegant base contrasts the radiant freshness of musky notes with the gentle softness of ambered woods, while retaining the fruity sweetness and the crisp coolness.
Yo, Braggadoccio, that description seems a wee bit emasculating, so why don’t you just shuffle back and change the diapers of your newborn twins instead of letting your baby momma do all the work while you boink Sienna Miller. Just a suggestion.
