Labor Day Vacay-: Vuitton On the Beach, Margiela Beach Walk, CB I Hate Perfume At the Beach 1966 & Zoologist Squid

While I do write somewhat in advance (and got these samples from StC even more in advance), this will publish the day after the Labor Day weekend here in the USA, which marks the “official” end of summer. So what… Continue Reading

Stink, Stank, Stunk: Scatamalis by Jeffrey Dame

And in the second part of the “Blame (or thank) VerbenaLuvvr” one of the extras that Mr. Jeffrey Dame sent along with my order of Juste Filthy was the cream base of Scatamalis. This is the six base notes of… Continue Reading

Gay Juice

Well I am going to preface this review with the revelation (to absolutely nobody) that I am Gay. I am a middle aged Gay man who has lived through the era of AIDS and outlived Jerry Falwell, Lou Sheldon and… Continue Reading

JD Jeffrey Dame Juste Filthy and Gallagher Crimson Veil

And now we are into “blame the commenter” here at the Posse.. Specifically VerbenaLuvvr in commenting on Portia’s post on MKK. mentioned Juste Filthy as being “heavily fecal”- so much so that I think it was tossed. This sent me… Continue Reading

What Possessed me? Dossier Aquatic Coconut

I blame Musette. And March. And maybe the moon. After all this talk about Hawaiian Tropic and coconut and coconut scents I went cruising the interwebs looking for.. something. A little coconut balm for the soul that wouldn’t involve calories,… Continue Reading

Sometimes we forget.. 3 by Parfums de Nicolai

I am sometimes forgetful. I apparently ordered and received these samples from Surrender to Chance back in March, probably since I had just then reviewed a couple three of others from Parfums de Nicolai. And then promptly forgot about them… Continue Reading

It’s my Birthday! You get the Present!

Well this week is my birthday! I am turning 39 (again) and in celebration of it I’ve decided (well Roxana Villa decided) to give you, Tonstant Weader, a present. Longtime readers know that both Portia and I are big fans… Continue Reading