The Jean Paul Gaultier meme · 125 ml of pure man · spray from the skull
Every fragrance ad ends the same way
The evolution of man
A striped sailor chest in a tin can. No head, no problem. Every dad's bathroom shelf, 1995 onward.
Same torso, now bronzed, oiled, and occasionally in a harness. The bottle started going to the gym.
Gold, chrome, limited editions. The torso has been a sailor, a boxer, and at least one space captain.
They gave him a face. And hair. And a moustache. And put the nozzle where his thoughts used to be. The internet has not recovered.
Olfactory pyramid
It comes in a can
Every real bottle ships in a striped metal can, like soup for sailors. We've always assumed the head was waiting in there the whole time.
Open it and he's looking at you. He's been looking at you for a while.
Sillage calculator
Reviews from the docks
“Wore it to a club. Three people asked if I was a lighthouse.”
— A sailor, probably“Lasts 12 hours. The eye contact from the bottle lasts forever.”
— Fragrance bro, 400k subs“Bought it for my boyfriend. He is now also made of glass.”
— Concerned girlfriendQuestions
The top of his head. You press down on his brain and he mists. This was a design decision made by adults.
Yes.
The torso never had room for one. He has been waiting since 1995.
No. They're not a shirt. They go all the way through the glass. He is sailor-core at a molecular level.
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