It’s become part of my routine. Shower. Fit. This scent. Then I’m ready.

It’s not just for when I go out. I wear it for me, even at home. That good.

There’s something addictive about it. I catch myself smelling my own wrist, bro.

Spray. Walk. Wait for the compliments — they always come.

Not fruity. Not sweet. Not trying hard. Just masculine and clean, walla.