Inspired by Sean Combs, Musicians Rush to Launch Fragrances
A breathtaking fragrance that says sexy, rich, unique, and passionate. The soul of Unforgivable is slightly dangerous and explosive, yet cool. “Life without passion is unforgivable.”
Stephen Malkmus: Incomprehensible.
A conduit fragrance that says recorder grot, wounded-kite. Dental surf combat, get out those hardhats. The soul of Incomprehensible is a little electric (??). “Sherri, you smell different.”
Chan Marshall: Unprofessional.
For that special date when you plan to burst into tears and run from the table before the entrees arrive. “I’m sorry, I just can’t do this.”
Imbued with the delicate scent of teenage insecurity. Notes of misery and abandonment float to the surface. “What difference does it make?”
Follicular impairment will not prevent the Uncoiffable man from smelling like tea and liberal politics. “More vegan cheesecake, fewer Republicans.”
Bob Pollard: Intemperate.
Whrhrhnnn mmrughhh. Aww yeaaahhh, afhglkhdshhhh, thissshh one’ssshh called, ahhhh. Goldstarrfffr. Robotboy. Hahahah. Wassamattturrr? Lesssssgo, lesssgo. “Smells like beer.”
A mysterious whiff of something atonal and occasionally disturbing. Packaged plainly, with blurred photographs of a product that may or may not be the product. Rumors abound. “Available from a post office box in Houston.”
Courtney Love: Insane.
Fuck you! Fuck all of you. A person has a fucking drink and it’s on the fucking news. I’m so sick of you exploiting me. Fuck you, I own my truth. Okay? “Seriously. Fuck you all and go to hell.”
Julian Casablancas: Unkempt.
The art of the tousle. The science of the muss. For the man who knows how to fade his denim—or how to have his denim faded by a stylist. “This IS it.”