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Caesars Man - Nuclear Freaking Deathbomb

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Ah, Caesars Man. You were almost my first online purchase, almost. Especially at $11 for a big olí 4.0 oz bottle. And in your immediate defense, you donít sound all that bad, with notes of Lime, Oakmoss, Sandalwood, Amber, and Musk. Imagine my joy when I spot you at the local TJ Maxx. $9.99 for the same 4.0 oz bottle! Iím sold!

And thatís where it all went wrong.

Of course, I canít be too much of a prick about this, at $2.50 an ounce itís the cheapest cologne in my wardrobe. The initial burst is even rather pleasant! Nice crisp citrus with the edges slightly rounded by the sandalwood base. And I love sandalwood fragrances. Give it about 30 minutes though, and you start to see another side. That citrus note gets a little too sweet, almost rotten, and it starts picking up a new note, which to me smells like fir or mint or pine. Something in that area. And then the base vanishes. So youíre left with rotten oranges and pine (rotten orange pine-sol?), and this will be the state of affairs for the next, oh, 15 hours. On two sprays. And Iíd really rather not project this stuff, so of course itís one of the great sillage monsters of my wardrobe.

Or it was, anyway. I gave the bottle to my Dad as I knew I honestly would never wear the stuff again. He took it with him on a vacation to Florida. When he returned a week later, he took his shaving bag and tossed it up on the counter. About a minute later I started smelling something, and something not particularly good either. With a lurching suspicion, I approach the bag and the scent grows stronger. I open the zipper and see a puddle of Caesars Man in the bottom of the bag.

By the way, just so you know, itís a screw-top. And apparently it can work itself loose of itís own volition.

Our bathroom smelled like Caesars man for every bit of two weeks or more. I would choke on this scent every time I went into the bathroom. After a while itíd literally make me sick to my stomach. I donít really ever want to smell it again.

Bottom line: Friends donít let friends wear Caesars Man.

Updated 12th February 2009 at 12:38 AM by bluesoul

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  1. Sunnyfunny's Avatar
    LOL! Way to hoist a bad frag onto your dad. Friends don't let friends wear it, but kids let their parents! I wonder what he had to say about the spillage....
  2. Amit's Avatar
    Damn man, that calls for an evacuation!
  3. exquisitely me's Avatar
    Sounds like you incurred the wrath of the Perfume Gods. Nothing offends them like saving money.

    Except perhaps passing on noxious frags to less sophisticated sniffers.

    That'll teach ya!

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