Clubman Pinaud After Shave Lotion, 6 Ounce

December 12, 2016 - Comment

Essence imported from france. Blended in the USA. Post shaving products run the gamut from creams and lotions to gels and balms but the brisk feel of a slightly fragranced liquid is still preferred as a finish to the shaving process. Cools…exhilarates. Soothes tender skin. Helps heal razor nicks. Suave, masculine fragrance. Product Features Cools,

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Essence imported from france. Blended in the USA. Post shaving products run the gamut from creams and lotions to gels and balms but the brisk feel of a slightly fragranced liquid is still preferred as a finish to the shaving process. Cools…exhilarates. Soothes tender skin. Helps heal razor nicks. Suave, masculine fragrance.

Product Features

  • Cools, exhilerates
  • Soothers tender skin
  • Helps heal razor nicks
  • Suave, masculine fragrance

Comments

Jody Hall says:

Ron Swanson Approved Want to smell like some cheese-eating high school boy? Slather on some Axe. Maybe you want to smell like a Radio Shack sales guy? Try the Old Spice. A science teacher limping toward retirement? Aqua Velva is your scent. But if you want to smell like a MAN, you need to be using Clubman. When I say man, I mean Jack Palance, Jack Lord. and Jack Kennedy. Or Chuck Yeager, Chuck Norris, and Chuck Connors. Even guys not named Jack or Chuck – I’m looking at you, Sean Connery. Sure, Clubman is like a thousand tiny daggers stabbing your face, but it’s worth it. I was smart enough to start using this stuff when I was 15, and I still get compliments. And broads. Am I going to apologize for calling women “broads”? Yes, right after I splash on some Clinique For Men Oil Control Exfoliating Tonic. So never.

D to the G says:

200 Years of Gentlemanly Gentlemanhood While merely holding this bottle to pay for it, I impregnated the lady at the cash register when her eyes met mine.

Madeleine B. says:

I Was Transported On A Chairlift Second week at A-Basin, as my husband and I waited in line for the chairlift, an intoxicating smell kept wafting around us. I usually don’t like perfumes and aftershaves (too many sons, too much Axe), but this was so “je ne sais quoi” it cast a spell. I tried to discreetly tilt my head towards its source to figure out where it was coming from, but could not. And then a handsome young snowboarder (dichotomy #1) asked to share our chair, and as luck would have it, it was he who smelled so divine (dichotomy #2). I honestly couldn’t resist–I leaned into him and said, “Is that you who smells so, so good?” He smiled a confident smile. “What IS that?” I asked, sniffing around his shoulders and neck. My husband was too surprised by my behavior to be made uncomfortable by it, and had become interested in the answer as well. 

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