$26.00
It smells like spiders getting drunk. It smells like Seabiscuit and your parents getting divorced.
A scent for the consummate gentleman thrasher: Oiled black leather, grease paint, and aftershave.
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Filmed at St. Vitus in Brooklyn, featuring house band Mutoid Man.
Poster art by Brittany Naundorff
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Say that the men of the old black tower,
Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,
Their money spent, their wine gone sour,
Lack nothing that a soldier needs,
That all are oath-bound men:
Those banners come not in.
There in the tomb stand the dead upright,
But winds come up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
Those banners come to bribe or threaten,
Or whisper that a man’s a fool
Who, when his own right king’s forgotten,
Cares what king sets up his rule.
If he died long ago
Why do you dread us so?
There in the tomb drops the faint moonlight,
But wind comes up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
The tower’s old cook that must climb and clamber
Catching small birds in the dew of the morn
When we hale men lie stretched in slumber
Swears that he hears the king’s great horn.
But he’s a lying hound:
Stand we on guard oath-bound!
There in the tomb the dark grows blacker,
But wind comes up from the shore:
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.
A living electrical battery, Volt plays the wiseass clown for his teammates, using humor to mask his awkwardness and his need for acceptance.
Leather with a shock of eucalyptus, green mint, elemi, ravintsara and lime.
Field grey courgette musk, roughly cured leather, and vetiver.
Sea spray with an undercurrent of leather, Bay Rum, and salty, dry woods.
matthew-2762 –
I applied the Whiff-Lash smell grease then placed myself in her aroma-sphere. I pretended to read.
Minutes later, she informed me that my redolence bespoke fresh rain, fancy soap, and sitting naked in a leather chair. It worked!
Dio –
I’m a fan of both TMTLN and BPAL. On both the show and the podcast, the gang is always talking about how they actually wear “Whiff Lash”, and how even Jordan’s mother loves it. After trying it out for myself, I completely get why. This scent is amazing! It’s crisp, clean, mysterious, and sexy all in one. To me, I really pick up on the aftershave and leather notes. It’s very fresh, almost like the smell of a brand new car with a black ice air freshener. What’s not to love?
milkbrainmultigame –
Smells like if you took a nice supple leather jacket applied traditional masculine cologne to it (Drakkar-ish) then took it to a night out on the bar.
Its got that Drakkar crisp to it on the top end, with soft leather notes and a hint of tobacco at the bottom.
I really don’t like tobacco traditionally, but this does it well. It smells more like something well worn, well traveled, and got some funk along the way.