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Butch Spray Parfum 1oz

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Size: 1oz/29.5ml
Price: $50.00
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Many of us got turned off to wearing a scent when some Bozo slapped on too much Polo and we got in the elevator-cum-gas-chamber he just exited. That’s the horrifying thing about many widely available colognes—they take on freakish lives of their own. Maybe it’s because they’re made from chemicals concocted, Frankenstein-like, into mutant artificial fragrances that smell exactly the same on everyone who wears them.

Ours are different. We use nothing artificial. The subtle yet intoxicating fragrance comes from blending only the rarest natural essences from flowers like orange blossom, herbs like sage and trees like bay and sandalwood. That’s why Butch really does smell subtly unique on each person who wears it: your body chemistry is interacting with plant oils, not chemicals.

But the best part, at least to us and to most of our customers, is that wearing Butch or Fem is like a striptease. (Each fragrance is unisex—which one you choose depends mostly on whether you prefer more woodsy or more floral scents. My favorite thing to do is mix them together to get the most otherworldly fragrance imaginable.)

What we mean is that at the beginning of the evening, the fragrance is at its most full-bodied, with all the notes singing—top, middle and bottom. There are actually 27 different plant essences in Butch and each one was chosen for a specific note to play, like a symphony: top notes, like neroli (orange blossom), middle notes like bay and bottom notes like sandalwood. But because we’re talking about natural, ethereal plant essences, as time passes the top notes peel off, then the middle notes, until, by the end of the evening, what remain are the mélange of deeply sensual bottom notes. So, if the end of the evening happens to correspond with anyone getting close to (hopefully crawling all over) you, all they encounter is a primal erotic scent that’s tantalizingly hard to distinguish from your own.