Named for a man of few words (but many decisive actions,) Brutus may initially surprise the wearer in its complex, herbaceous floridity. Yet, as this scent resolves on skin we experience more clearly how Brutus both meets and inverts the expectations attached to its namesake. Once the dust of the first spray settles, Brutus seems to be an (almost absurdly) archetypical masculine scent. Images of gleaming, chiseled torsos rising out of glittering blue water surface in our scent consciousnesses. But then, a thrilling surprise: from beneath those waters an altogether different body emerges. What we thought we recognized as the idealized male body, turns out to be a centaur-like conglomerate; half busty Adonis and half sea monster, reeking of the deep, salty violence of the sea. The smooth, clean Teflon sheen of this scent gives way to an unidentifiable surface, pockmarked, slippery and infinitely more fascinating, especially when set against the backdrop of the preceding sanitized image. A perfect upgrade for those who prefer to appear in accordance with but to secretly subvert (and improve upon) the norm. Brutus is a sleek, dark, satisfying catch.