saintly smells and suds.

The man takes class and the classic under a magnifying glass, magnifying only that which he deems choice and suitable for the Modern Man. Tom Ford is no doubt a religion : his exquisite hems signify purity and his cleansing bar exonerates us of our daily sins...dirt.

A fucking string clad cleansing bar. Straight genius.

honey.

With his ultra provocative ad campaign behind his line of fragrances, Tom Ford is and has been the 'in-guy,' the scruffy Midas of style, so no doubt his spot on tastes translate to his Private Collection. My best descriptive words for his Tobacco Vanille are both Striking and Honey. Its charm over me felt, honestly, private and my fascination with its deep smokey and honey tones were intense. Regarding the realm of sweets, I like anything and everything honey, it's the most agreeable sugar-rich food element out there as far as my tastes go. Smell is the supreme human sense, it evokes nostalgia/memories and forces your SCM immediately to involuntarily contract so as to check out a girl's ass who just passed you by. Tom Ford is obscene in the best way possible.

“A modern take on an old world men’s club. A smooth oriental, Tobacco Vanille opens immediately with opulent essences of Tobacco Leaf and aromatic spice notes. The heart unfolds with creamy Tonka Bean, Tobacco Flower, Vanilla and Cocoa, and finishes with a dry fruit accord, enriched with Sweet Wood Sap.” - Tom Ford (or his marketing goons)

Timeless.

Tom Ford Collection.