I set a goal at the beginning of 2026 to use up as many of my samples as possible, and today I used up number 114 - Amouage Lyric Woman - making it the 300th slay of the day since I started tracking in 2024. It's a beautiful scent that i really appreciate, but it has almost no projection or longevity on my skin. It completely disappeared after about 3 hours - even my assistant says she can't smell it. But those three hours are beautiful. It's a soft, smokey, spiced scent that has that signature Amouage funkiness to it. I'm curious if the Man version would work better on my skin and give a different experience. Some fun stats: Over the last two years, I have logged over 1,350 individual wears of 516 individual fragrances. It doesn't include a number of stuff that isn't in the Parfumo database, and I've missed logging stuff here and there, plus the first few months of my journey before I started using Parfumo regularly, so the actual number is highter. It says my most loyal is Cedrat Boise, which seems right. My most frequently worn is Fine'ry Mystical Nomad (a clone of Byredo Gypsy Water) My least worn is Lattafa Bade'e al Oudh For Honor and Glory, which I've had since 2024 and haven't worn since the first day I got it (I just don't vibe with the overly sweet creme brule like I thought I would - if anyone wants it, hit me up). My signature for the colder months is Tom Ford Black Orchid (and Black Orchid Reserve, but I just picked it up back in May and haven't had much opportunity to wear it). My signature for the warmer months is Acqua Di Gio EDT - which I'm completely out of and have been debating getting a full bottle, or switching up to the Parfum version. Is anyone else tracking their fragrance wears like this? I'd love to see what everybody else is doing and what y'all's stats look like. Please share.

As you may know, I've struggled to write this review. My son made it embarrassingly simple. He smelled it and said, "It smells like your leather jacket, and strawberries... 10 out of 10!" Why does Godolphin hit so hard for me? The truth is, it takes me back to a pivotal time in my life, where I realized that substance mattered more than hype. I was a 22-year-old celebrity. A cool rock n' roll radio DJ. Everyone knew my name, they didn't really know me. I never paid for a drink, or a meal. I did wait in lines. People just gave me things for free all the time — I got my first computer and my first leather jacket as gifts from fans. But mostly, beautiful women gave me their bodies. I MC'd all the local live music shows. I was out drinking, being the life of the party every single night (including Christmas) for over 2 years straight... One night at the club, I was MC. I got the crowd going, introduced the band, and got off stage to get a fresh bourbon. Maybe 8 absolutely gorgeous girls threw themselves at me while I was trying to get my drink. Instead, I walked out. I crossed the street to the skuzzy bar, where nobody knew me. I paid for a pint of beer with my own money, and sat down. I was in a foul mood. The drunken young men were annoying me, and I started using my wit and verbal skills to fire humorous but cruel taunts and jokes at them — I needed to vent. The drunk boys didn't understand half of what I was saying, but a female laugh nearby clearly did. It took some time to identify the laugh's owner. She had a bald head, leather jacket, ripped jeans, 5 foot nothing. I sat down with her, and a much older, voluptuous redhead (her mother). These two ladies were sharp and funny, and we had laughs and great conversations, until my alarm reminded me I needed to be on stage again soon. I went back to the show, did my 3 minutes on stage, fought off the sycophants, and went back to the ladies across the street. That little bald punk girl had no idea that across the street, I was a king. (I had no idea she was so smart — turned out she was a member of Mensa.) She was funny, interesting, and completely unlike anyone I'd been spending my nights with.