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Askeladden

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About Askeladden

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    casual sniffer
  • Birthday 03/17/1981

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    New York, New York

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    http://m14m.net/haberdash

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  • Favorite Scents
    Titus Andronicus, Roman Chamomile, Antony, Scarecrow, Hurricane, De Sade

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  • Interests
    Opera, Drag, Fairy Tales, Big Words, Arm Wrestling, Marmite, Puce.
  • Mood
    quixotic

Astrology

  • Astrological Info
    According to astrology, Pisces are mystical and credulous. I am a Pisces. I don't believe in astrology. Ergo, astrology is utter bunkum. Ha!
  1. Askeladden

    Scent of "skin" recommendations?

    My girlfriend's two skin scents are Jolly Roger (for brisk, airy days) and Intrigue (for close, mellow days). I haven't found one for me yet, though sometimes the single note Roman Chamomile fades into a very subtle sleeping-outdoors kind of smell. I prefer faint scents, I'm realizing; no matter how splendid the loud ones are, my nose gets fatigued by them after about half an hour. I want to smell subliminal.
  2. Askeladden

    Antony

    Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your BOOTY! God, I feel like teh sexx0r in this stuff. It actually takes about thirty seconds to get going -- when first applied, it's a sort of sharp generic herbal scent, but during the whole dry down, it mellows and mellows and gets sweeter and rounder, without ever getting syrupy (as sweet scents are wont to, on me). I'm a huge fan of Titus Andronicus, but Antony is far more subtle and well-behaved; I only put Titus on about once every two weeks, just because there are precious few situations in which I can safely smell like an overpoweringly growly incense-dripping madman. But Antony is a gentleman, through and through. You know that feeling when you're barely able to restrain yourself from grabbing and snogging any well-formed specimen within arm's reach? But you do, because you're noble and honest and upright (and your girlfriend would kill you)? That's the battle Antony sets up in me with a clang and a clash, and it's one I don't mind fighting. P.S.: Ambergris. ETA -- ARGH! After about two hours of pure sex, it turns into horrible treacle-sweet blecch. What did I do to deserve this? Well, back to the drawing board. {sigh}
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