the Face of Everyman had received an express shipment of Ambergris from an old friend at the Arctic whaling station. In his laboratory he created irresistible fragrances to be sold to exclusive clients in the arcade shopping entrance to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. A select group of mature Does were his best sniff testers. Yet, often they were his harshest critics. “Did you burn this batch?” “Don’t you have something with a hint of lemon? Musk at least.” “I ain’t putting no whale b**f on me, anywhere!”
After Shave
the Face of Everyman had been developing a line of After Shave for the Father’s Day gift giver. He asked Cheeky to give him an honest opinion. One side was Foggy Bottoms Signature while the opposite was Forage. C preferred the latter. Powdered nuts, mostly sugared pecans and hazelnuts, in a light peanut oil base. Signature had an overpowering Bayberry/Musk scent reminiscent of the dim smoky candles used at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa monthly Coven and Hoedown.
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