The Vinscent

Smells like The Ritz.  White.  Clean.  Woody.  Dual sex.  Has white tea, which is soft and sweet.  Women love it.  House party in the suburbs.  Smoking a thin joint on the back patio. Pressed shirt.  London tan belt.  Vodka.  A lot of vodka.

Fall.  Crisp.  Warm.  Simple.  The translation is "winter water."  Outdoors. Stella.  Bourbon neat at midnight.

Perfect all-around vibe.  Fresh.  Clean.  A bit sporty.  Great for weekends: Dark Levi's, white button-down and blue cashmere/cotton blend sweater.  Also works with slim suit, Tod's tan, lace-up shoes.

Masculine, but lighter.  My eight-year-old daughter told me I "smelled good" as I walked out for an early morning breakfast meeting.  Blue pinstriped suit.  City dinner on Saturday night with close friends.  Grenson boots.  Martinis.

Extremely unique scent.  Versatile.  Stays with you for days.  Sandalwood.  Slight sweetness.  Dinner at the bar.  Manhattan on the rocks.  Early morning breakfast meeting.  Double espresso.

Smells like Montauk.  Stays with you for most of the day.  Great summer juice.  Jeans.  White tee.  Vans.  Modelo in a can. 

Exactly as it sounds.  Strong.  Masculine.  Spice.  Starts soft and welcoming, a few vodka tonics at a house party in the East Village or a mansion in the suburbs.  Then, someone starts playing David Guetta loud, you grab a smoke or sniff in the bathroom, and suddenly you are pinned in the middle of the makeshift dance floor.  Dark jeans.  Slim, Theory dress shirt.  Chelsea boots.  No shave.

The original. What's wrong with Levi's jeans. Champion sweatshirts. Timberland boots. Drinking keg beer in red cups. Smoking a joint on the front porch. And, long, slow, deep, soft wet kisses that last three days.

Wear it to next Saturday's party.

Light. Sweat and musky. Natural. Easy. Two-season fragrance.

Slim, flat front khakis, white crewneck tee-shirt and Brooks Brothers Saint Jude’s blue and lime green ribbon belt. Enjoy a Narragansett (Made on Honor) on your Italian stone patio as the days get longer. Or, grab the same khakis, grey turtleneck and Sperry boots and watch a local, autumn High School football game with a nip of Johnnie Walker Black from the flask you should use more often as the days get shorter.

Almond. Woody. A bit sweat. Unique, but popular. Man. Autumn. Grey suit with English tan shoes and belt. Steal bracelet Ballon Bleu de Cartier watch. Room temperature Gary Farrell Russian River Chardonnay. Dale's Pale Ale in a tall beer glass.

Popular. Woody. Violet. Plain, but comfortable and slightly sophisticated. European. Young. Jeans with a half zip, grey sweater. Old boots. Draft beer and a shot of Irish Whiskey, watching March Madness basketball games at Brother Jimmy's. Girls at the bar will like it.

Barber shop. Clean. Manly. Old school. Ski house. Fire. Irish coffee. White sweater and LL Bean duck boots.

Classic. Italian. Handsome. Smells very clean and woody, but with the taste of that tangy grapefruit you used to eat as a child. Alfa Romeo. Negroni. Tuxedo. Your date has on a killer, short, A-Line (you know what that is if you are wearing this) black dress with four inch heels. Book a room at the Carlyle.

A clear wood smell. Super unique. Light. Spice. Auto mechanic. Night out with an unexpected guest. Start with dinner at The Standard East Village. Walk the cobblestone streets of lower Manhattan. Stars. Lights of Little Italy. Slow dance in a crowd. Tequila.

Does not fucking matter what you are wearing: you will have an epic night. 

Very light. Simple. Powdery. Fresh. Hint of vanilla. Great on a hot summer day. Come off the beach, salt and sun-stained skin even after a quick outdoor shower. White V-neck T-shirt and faded, ripped 501 Levi's: the old baggy ones at the bottom of the pile. Find a bright colored cloth belt. Flip flops. Vodka, soda and a splash of watermelon lemonade. Crushed ice. Watch the bright orange sun disappear quickly into the night.

If you like golf and want to play in Italy, this is what the expereince would smell like. Do they play golf in Italy? Classic Italian fresh manly scent. Zest. Mint. Musk. A bit of spice. Slim khaki pants. Brown Tod's loafers. Panerai watch. Negroni. Your wife should be wearing the Hermes scarf you bought her for Christmas.

Clean. Sensual. Easy. Fresh, but not laundry fresh. Sweet wet dirt fresh. Longer lasting. Popular. A youthful edge. The bottle is Popeye. Suit, no tie and Tod's sneakers. Head out to Queens after work and find a dance house party. Drink whatever beer they are serving. Smoke however they are supplying.

Starts intense, manly, strong, traditional European scent. After five minutes, it mellows. Soft. Muted. Sophisticated. Noticeable. Grow a beard for a couple of days. Shave it. Throw on a clean, pressed button down checkered shirt. Slim gray pants. Loafers. Italian leather belt. Break out the old sports car and take your lady for dinner, alone. Eat at the bar. Start with champagne and then enjoy a rich lathery French Bordeaux.

Indie fragrance out of London. Unisex. Soft, but smells adventurous, sexy, and very, very flowery. Makes you want to have a cigarette even though you haven’t smoke in years. Start the night listening to Exile in Guysville. If you don’t know the album, you shouldn’t even think about wearing this juice. Drink a few Beck’s beers in a lower east side apartment; then find a crowded, hot dance floor in Brooklyn. Keep smoking cigarettes.  Kiss someone who has been smoking as much as you have. You remember those kisses. Dark jeans. White, white shirt. If you have a bracelet of any kind, this would be the time to break it out. Make sure you have a tan. No shave. No shower.

Interesting amazing smell. Semisweet whiskey. Italian. Fall. Not overpowering. Slightly stronger than soft. Musk, spice, wood, booze – all combined make for a spectacular juice. Cool bottle. Buy a pair of tall, rich, light Brunello Cucinelli suede boots. Paige jeans. Freshly laundered crisp crisp button-down shirt. Grey cashmere sweater. Moncler vest. Manhattan on the rocks to start. Dinner at Sant Ambroeus West Village. Talk about Charles Bukowski. Have the Tagliatelle alla Bolognese with the waiter’s choice of red.

This is a very strong, pleasant, one-of-a-kind fragrance. Sweat and wood and powder all come together for a regal and distinguished presentation. Intoxicating. You have a secret. You look better when you wear this. No shave. Grey Phineas Cole suit. Hermes scarf. Salted tan from two weeks in Montauk. Brown suede slip-on Tod’s sneakers. Vespers at Morandi.

Cigarette smoke. Europe. Corner bar/café. Earthy, up-all-night scent. Damp. Sweaty. Pungent. A hint of sweetness somewhere. Levi’s jeans with a cashmere sweater. Beltless. No shower after morning sex. Hermes scarf tied on a belt loop. No lace, dark, Tod’s ankle boot. Metal buckles. Rough, unshaven. Silver in the beard slightly visible. IWC Portugieser watch. Tan strap. Sipping a beer from a short glass just before noon.

Saturday afternoon. Late shower. Strong, but soft smelling. Dual. A clean, warm sandalwood and vanilla scent with a hint of citrus in the background. Very beautiful and attractive. Saturday afternoon turns quickly into night. Clear, crisp evening. Crescent moon. House fire smoke breeze. Rye old fashion, up. Vince high-top suede sneakers, skinny pants, and a thicker cashmere sweater. No shave.