25th
I’m a proud patron of New London Pharmacy. Anyone who ventures therein probably knows that it’s one of NYC’s best kept jewelboxes of gratuitous personal care. If you need it, and it’s luxe and kind of expensive, they have it, as well as sixteen other things you can’t say “no” to. Can you be a functioning junkie for Claus Porto soaps? Ask me how!
So anyway, when I stopped in on Friday to pick up a prescription and a new toothbrush, I noticed the huge display of Tom of Finland smellables at checkout. I can’t even explain how good this stuff smells. As advertised, it pretty much smells of distilled man. Like a deliciously clean man who is about to go do something deliciously depraved. It’s mostly aldehydes, some wood (hah!), florals (yes), and pretty subtle musk (of course). It’s really wonderful. (And in general, I really hate men’s fragrances.) I’d wear it, but I’d rather put it on a man who might be interested in wearing me.
