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There is a place where men can still be men, and that place is called Mandom. Feared, loved, revered and reviled, much like its frontman Charles Bronson this aftershave is anything but bashful. Like Tabac it divides men...families...armies...and indeed nations. It has been referred to with such far-ranging epithets as "pure unalloyed essence of awesomeness" and "urinal pucks and bugspray". Though I myself lean in favour of the former description, I also understand and accept the latter, just as I accept (and even welcome in a sadistic kind of way) my wife's comments that I "smell older than the oldest person she can imagine"...now that's old.
With Mandom, one must know what one is getting oneself into. This is not something you casually splash on in hopes of attracting the fairer sex down at the mall. This is not Joe Jonas, this is Clint Eastwood. This is not JayZ, this is Jack Lord. 2009? Try 1970. This is a scent for men who are so engaged in manly pursuits that there is simply no time for women. It is to be splashed on when riding alone in the desert, when reclining solo in your buckskins 'round a dying campfire, when fishing without a fishing rod, when wrestling boar mono-au-mono in the African wilds. Is Mandom for you? Only you can answer that.
What I can say is that this stuff works and you're not going to have to use all your poker winnings to get it. It plays 'good cop, bad cop' with your face as it at once burns like tequila and soothes like aloe. The fragrance is a heady mix of alcohol, leather, musk and other manly intangibles. Is it for everybody? I think not, and that is why I like it. Is it my everyday aftershave? Hell no. I simply don't have the stuffing to pack this kind of power daily, but for those special days when I just want to kick back and fly my Spitfire naked or ride out into the desert to hunt sidewinders bare-handed there's simply nothing else I'll use.
Does this man look approachable to you? Hardly. And that, my friends, is Mandom.
With Mandom, one must know what one is getting oneself into. This is not something you casually splash on in hopes of attracting the fairer sex down at the mall. This is not Joe Jonas, this is Clint Eastwood. This is not JayZ, this is Jack Lord. 2009? Try 1970. This is a scent for men who are so engaged in manly pursuits that there is simply no time for women. It is to be splashed on when riding alone in the desert, when reclining solo in your buckskins 'round a dying campfire, when fishing without a fishing rod, when wrestling boar mono-au-mono in the African wilds. Is Mandom for you? Only you can answer that.
What I can say is that this stuff works and you're not going to have to use all your poker winnings to get it. It plays 'good cop, bad cop' with your face as it at once burns like tequila and soothes like aloe. The fragrance is a heady mix of alcohol, leather, musk and other manly intangibles. Is it for everybody? I think not, and that is why I like it. Is it my everyday aftershave? Hell no. I simply don't have the stuffing to pack this kind of power daily, but for those special days when I just want to kick back and fly my Spitfire naked or ride out into the desert to hunt sidewinders bare-handed there's simply nothing else I'll use.
Does this man look approachable to you? Hardly. And that, my friends, is Mandom.
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