MrFumejunkie

OJ Man. The epitome of sophistication. The thinking man's perfume. Smoking velvet jacket, loose bow tie, sitting in a tall stool by the bar, nonchalantly holding a tumbler of neat single malt scotch, ideally a Macallan, in the right hand, whilst the left absent mindedly plays a couple of jazz notes on repeat at the nearby piano (I realise you cannot sit on a bar stool and play the piano at the same time, unless you have freakishly long arms, but indulge me!). And of course speaking in a Sean Connery voice. Every time I wear this my IQ jumps 50 points (but then again, my IQ is pretty low). My first ever OJ, and still my favourite. PS Oh, and one more thing, for those familiar with Basenotes and the Urban Legends started by "the bros" which relate to an unnamed Creed (starts with A, finished with "entus"😉), just ignore. THIS IS the original, true panty dropper.