Brit for Him Burberry 2004 Eau de Toilette

Upon applying this to my wrists, I heard a tinny commanding voice in my ears: "Greetings earthling. I am the baby oil vibe. I am your new master. Meet my minions, class and fresh. They are accompanying me to your skin where we will sample your body for nine hours and then return to our planet. You must tell your fellow creatures of your experiences, because we like your bodies, and want to return." (*) Being familiar with words, I agreed.

The baby oil certainly dominates, but the scent feels richer, the way Skarb does, and there's a fresh zing to it as well. It's a clean, thick, meaty, and slightly oriental scent. However, it comes off as a "Yo, I am a sexy perfume trying to be sexy," as if it were trying too hard. The initial silage is about two feet.

By five hours, it's down to about a foot, and it smells more like oil and vanilla. By six hours it's down to half a foot, and by nine hours, only a musky sweet base remains. This scent is not as simple as Curve Crush, and it's more consistent than Zino, but that doesn't mean that the experience was one I'd like to repeat (sorry aliens!). Burberry Brit seems excessive somehow. It's not a horrible scent, but the bad boy scents are my least favorite of all the categories of fragrance. I'd rather it had it gone the direction of a heavy citrus scent, like Silver, but the baby oil rules all.

I do appreciate the advanced technology of the sample (thanks DigInDirt!); instead of a vial, or a pipette, it's merely an absorbent pad in a pouch. So whether it's your thing or not, you get one or two uses and there's little waste. Do they still put these things in magazines? I'm not a big magazine reader, which means I can never run for vice president I suppose, but I'm not the target audience for fashion magazines.

* No, I didn't actually hear this voice. This review is a dramatization of the actual experience, and Burberry Brit will not induce schizophrenia. You are perfectly safe wearing it, earthling.