Safari by Ralph Lauren

Imagine yourself abandoned in a Madagascar jungle. The ground beneath you damp, the skies above shunned by the ominous palms peering over you. A flicker of light manages to sneak in but only to blind you. You stare ahead, left, right: silence. A sudden shriek from the rear, you jolt around - only a lemur fighting over the daily feast. You continue moving. The indigenous plants are no obstacle with the help of a machete you pulled from the grip of a corpse. You have been here for several days; your dress shirt soiled and ripped, your slacks converted to shorts, and the humble penny loafers, scuffed like the facade of humanity. You don't have any sense of direction but feel as if you should keep moving. The sun sets. Suddenly the jungle is silent and your foot steps echo from the crushing of leaves and twigs. You stop, but can still hear the steps. Suddenly you are no longer alone - staring into the glazed eyes of a white tiger, illuminated by the sight of you. You tighten you grasp of the machete as you negotiate your path around the tiger, but he won't let you go that easily. Welcome to Safari.

The strongest factor of this soap is its aroma. It has a musk-like scent, a powerful kick to the sinuses not for the faint of heart. If you are heavily dependent on those flowery London creams this soap isn't for you, nancy boy. Then again, it does become more mild once you being lathering. For best results use a little extra water to ensure you activate the tallow-influence lubrication. With such a dominant fragrance that lingers post-shave, you can decide to delay the AS as you bask in your manliness.