#best cologne

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Top 10 Colognes That Can Last Over 24 Hours – Long Lasting Perfumes

[manplanfashion]

How To Choose Men's Cologne!

The best men’s cologne will always be a personal choice, but there are some fragrances that are more popular than others. Everyone has their own individual scent preferences and this is something you need to take into account before making a purchase.

Whether you like florals, gourmands, or something more masculine there is an ideal fragrance. There are also different notes and accords you should be aware of when it comes to gender and scents.

But it’s not just about the smell; it’s also about the brand, bottle design, and price point. With so many different options on the market right now, we’ve put together a list of Prada Cologne Men that we think are the best men’s cologne right now — considering all of these factors. To Read More Men Related Articles visit Manplan.fashion

[loveliestlovelygirl]

cashmere, cologne, & white sunshine | 𝟙

money is the anthem, god, you're so handsome

dilf!finnick x nanny!reader

synopsis: you arrive at the odair estate for your final interview with finnick's mother mrs. odair. when she offers you the job on the spot, you're so surprised. quickly, you learn that the children might be a challenge for you, but finnick's support and kindness is enough to cheer you on. it seems he even wants to get close to you...

w.c: 2.7k

highlights: {minors dni} extreme wealth, nepotism, children & childcare, flirting, a hint of suggestive content near the end, slow burn romance, power imbalance

table of contents | 𝟚 {coming soon}

You had never considered yourself to be the kind of person who falls for their employer. Not even coworkers. Out of the myriad jobs you picked up here and there to finance college and now grad school, never once did you develop romantic feelings in a professional setting.

But the Odair Estate... is an experience, one dreamed up by a romance novelist with its white rose greenhouse, angel water fountains, and vintage cars. And inside, gold and marble, crystal chandeliers, and winding staircases. And yet the majesty of the home could never blot out the brilliance that surrounds the man who resides here. In your gaze, a halo of light outlines his silhouette. You can’t be the only one who sees it. 

He draws you into this fantasy world. A world of sweet pleasure and romance.

Finnick Odair draws you to his arms, to his lips, to his love—all so effortlessly.

“Smith! Come here! You’re going to get jelly all over the furniture!” A handsome man half-dressed, only in a pair of khaki slacks, sprints down the stairs to chase after a small blonde boy with a smear of grape jelly across his cheeks and hands.

You couldn’t help but steal a glance, even during your interview, when you heard the low, melody of his voice. You see the urgency upon his sharpened features as he dashes after the boy, Smith, you assume, who looks to be four years old. Smith leads the chase into the parlor where you are being interviewed.

The greying woman, Mrs. Odair, across from you almost lunges from her loveseat to capture the tiny boy between her two delicate arms. She picks up the child in her arms and seats him on her lap. On the side table is a box of tissues, and she recruits several to wipe the sticky jelly off his face.

“Smith,” she scolds lovingly, “Nana is talking. You are being quite rude. Did you even say hello?”

Smith crosses his arms and pouts his lips, blowing air through them. He looks at you with these big, bright-green eyes surrounded by thick, doll-like lashes, finally acknowledging your presence.

“Hi,” Smith sighs.

“Hello,” you say back.

His nana grounds him, though holding onto his shirt as he tries to scamper away. “Be good!”

A manly laugh to your left startles you. “Smith isn’t interested, Mom.”

 You gaze over your shoulder to watch the man crouch down to his son’s level. “Come now, Smith. You have to get ready for school. I’m already late for work!”

Nana snorts. “Finnie, Daddy understands!”

He gives her, who you assume is his mother, a firm glare. Then he looks to you and smiles. You like his crooked teeth. He offers his hand, and you shake. “I’m Finnick. Thank you for coming to interview with us.” His hand is a little calloused but very warm and very strong.

“Thank you for having me,” you say back, on autopilot because ever since he stepped in, the rest of the world, including your own thoughts, have faded into the background.

He smiles again. “Of course. I typically would be a part of the process, but I’ve got to take Smith and Ruby to school now.” He waves. “Nice to meet you.”

He turns to his mother and mouths something to her with the same smile on his face. You wonder if it’s about you. And you wonder if it’s something nice. You haven’t exactly done anything to offend them... yet.

“Nice to meet you too,” you say a little too late because he’s already walking away with his back turned. You doubt he hears you.

Once Finnick and Smith are upstairs, Mrs. Odair looks back down at her clipboard and continues the interview. Your background is flawless of course. The agency cleared you. You’ve yet to have a single encounter with the law, though you speed often when you’re late to work. To Mrs. Odair, you explain why you are interested in the job, how you need to save up for graduate school for next year’s applications. She seems impressed with your academic successes and your determination to pursue higher education.

While the interview went well, you didn’t expect a job offer on the spot. As you got up to leave, you step over to shake her hand, and she says, “You are taking the job, right?”

The next day you drive back to the estate to begin. Mrs. Odair promised to show you the ropes of taking care of her two precious grandchildren Smith and Ruby the first week of your employment. And you were glad she did that first day. Smith, who you learn is five years old, is more than a handful. Ruby is eight and loves only her daddy.

You park your dated Prius—the paint has finally begun to flake off—on the stone road between the three-tiered fountain and the concrete pathway to the manor. At the door, you rang the bell once, and the butler answered.

He says, “Good day, Miss,” and he shows you to Mrs. Odair’s room.

She’s sipping tea and reading the paper. When she notices your arrival, she stands to greet you. The butler disappears without a sound. It’s impressive.

“So glad you are here. And so punctual!”

“Of course,” you say. Never would you show up late on the first day. “I studied the children’s schedules you sent over last night.”

She claps her hands twice. “Marvelous, dear! When do the children need to leave the house for school?”

Put on the spot, you shift a little. Geez, she’s testing me already.

“Seven-forty-five at the latest. But preferably seven-thirty.”

She smiles. “Good job! We should probably wake the children now. I’ll go up with you today. Wouldn’t want to scare them.”

“You did tell them that I would be here today, right?”

Caught up in her own musings, Mrs. Odair must miss your question because she starts to ramble on about the greenhouse as you leave her guest room. She tells you she’s only staying here for a while because the old nanny quit. There’s bitterness in her tone as she mentions the former employee, and you wonder what exactly happened.

On your way to the stairs, you catch a glimpse of Finnick alone at the dining table for breakfast. He’s also reading the paper like his mother did. His brow is furrowed as he reads. It’s a mystery what he finds so interesting on that paper. He’s so oddly invested.

The stairs creak on your first step, and he looks up from the paper. His smile is immediate and dazzling. “Mother!” he calls. “You didn’t tell me she was here.”

Mrs. Odair rushes into the dining room. “Darling, I didn’t want to interrupt your morning routine.”

Finnick rolls his eyes dramatically. “Ah yes.” He waits for a moment and says, “I haven’t had a routine since the moment Ruby was born, Mother.”

She shrugs. “Maybe with this beauty’s help, you’ll have one.” Mrs. Odair pats your shoulder. “Come along. The children are slow to rise.”

As she drags you along, you can’t help but look at Finnick. He’s ungodly pretty. It almost hurts to look at him. And you find it strange that he’s looking back at you with a vivid curiosity. You chide yourself for ogling him like that. One, he’s sky-high out of your league. Two, he’s employed you. Three, he might not be single. Usually, the second reason to not crush on him would be enough. But your previous bosses have never looked like Finnick.

As you ascend the stairs, the walls are covered in family photographs. They’re clearly arranged by the time they were taken. When you arrive at the second floor, the photos are black and white. Mrs. Odair moves fast for someone her age, and you’re panting as you try to keep up with her. Your vision is slightly blurry when you reach the top.

“Smith’s room is...” she pauses, staring at you, clearly expecting you to recall from the floor plan of the house she also sent you along with their schedules.

You close your eyes for a moment. “First door on the left?”

She claps for you. “Such a smart girl!”

You smile, unsure how to respond to such a compliment.

Entering Smith’s room, the thick curtains are closed, and it’s because of the seashell nightlight that you can see at all. The boy is lying on his stomach on top of all the bed sheets but his head at the wrong end.

“Smith,” his nana calls.

Easily, Smith wakes. He rubs his eyes and sits up. He stares at you for a long time.

“Who’s she?” he asks, pointing right at your face with his tiny index finger.

“This is your new nanny. Isn’t she lovely?” Mrs. Odair gushes about you. Her support is endearing. But you’d be lying if you didn’t find it disconcerting.

Smith crosses his arms. “No!”

“Isn’t she pretty!” Mrs. Odair exclaims to Smith.

“I miss Herbie. Bring him back!” Smith shrieks. “I don’t like her.”

Wrinkled hands on her hips, Mrs. Odair hangs her head in momentary defeat. “Smith, I am so disappointed. You are being very rude.”

The child crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out.

She grasps your forearm. “I’m sorry about Smith. I promise he will come around.” She moves around to his bureau. “I can show you where his uniforms are and the proper way to dress him.”

You watch the elderly woman chase Smith around the room for a minute or two without breaking a sweat. She finally snatches him up in her arms and holds him down on the bed. He restlessly wiggles, trying to get away, but she is strong. Somehow, she manages to dress Smith and she scolds him for behaving dramatically.

“Smith, Daddy will be very, very upset when he hears of your actions.” He remains unfazed, as if discipline is a foreign concept to him. “Now, go down for breakfast.”

When his nana opens the bedroom door, he sprints out like a racehorse. You blink and he is gone.

Mrs. Odair turns to you again and sighs. “He’s a handful. Just like his father.”

“It’s quite alright. He won’t be my first difficult case. I just hope he warms up to me. My last family never did.”

“That’s wonderful for us. We desperately needed a nanny!”

Promptly, she leaves with sudden, passionate intent. And you follow her anxiously.

“What happened to the last one?” you ask.

“Ruby is much easier than Smith,” she halts at a room near the end of the second-floor hallway. 

Just when you think that she didn’t hear your question, she says, “We do not speak of him.”

Stomach dropping, you step back and swallow. “Oh. Oh, please forgive me. I didn’t mean to offend.”

She scoffs. “He’s not worthy of a mention.” Mrs. Odair quickly breaks into her granddaughter’s room, as if to escape the topic.

Ruby’s room is a true girl’s room. You hardly step past the entrance before you are frozen over in wonder.

Cherry red must be Ruby’s favorite color. Everything is cherry red. The armchair by the column window is topped with cherry red velvet. There are red roses on each nightstand. Her headboard matches the armchair. The curtains match too. Her frilly duvet stands out in ivory lace embroidered with clusters of little cherries.

Ruby’s long red hair fans out over her pillows. She’s a sleeping angel. And you hate to see Mrs. Odair wake her.

Her brown eyes flutter open when her nana taps her on the shoulder. She looks up and her freckled lips smile widely.

“Good morning,” she whispers and stretches. Quickly, she notices you and sits up to talk. “What’s your name?” She has the slightest hint of an English accent.

You reply, hesitantly inching closer to the bed.

Mrs. Odair gets in the way of your conversation, picking up her granddaughter to dress her. She’s eight years old. By this time, you were responsible for dressing yourself for school.

In a few minutes, she dresses Ruby in her private school uniform. Together, you all go downstairs to fetch Smith, and then Mrs. Odair takes them outside to the car where the driver will escort them to school. Once the children leave, Mrs. Odiar pulls you aside to discuss your other duties while the children are away.

Rummaging through the cabinets is not how you planned to spend your afternoon, but you were told to treat the estate just like you would your home. It’s completely new territory to you, much like a castle with so many secrets you’ve yet to uncover. Today, you’re only trying to find the tea. A cup would do you well. Your thoughts have been a little more unorganized than usual. There’s much you must learn about Mrs. Odair’s standards for childcare. She seems to be more involved than the father, which bothers you.

“Left door. Top shelf.”

You glance over your shoulder.

There he is. Smith and Ruby’s father. You scold yourself for already having an opinion about him. You haven’t even known him for a day.

“Excuse me?”

He smiles. “The tea.”

You can’t think to respond in an intelligible way. How’d he know you were looking for the tea?

“Make me a cup while you’re at it.” He looks at you steadily. “If you don’t mind.”

Pulling the correct cabinet open, you see the boxes of tea neatly stacked on top of each other. You select a black tea and pour boiling water over the bags in porcelain mugs. They steep for four minutes.

You pick at your cuticles and glance out the window. Finnick sits at the table on his laptop, typing frantically.

Once the timer goes off, you walk over to the table to hand him his cup of tea. He doesn’t immediately register your action, but when he does, he offers you the biggest smile.

“Thank you. I do appreciate it.” He closes the lid to his laptop and pushes back the chair next to him away from the table with his foot. “Sit. I would like to get to know you.”

Shaking ever so slightly, you situate yourself beside him. He smells of luxury cologne, too expensive for your tastes. In your previous jobs with the agency, the families never were too interested in developing a personal relationship with you.

Finnick rests his chin on an open palm. “You’re really a lifesaver. Work has been a nightmare, and with Herbie gone... I’ve had to also look after Smith and Ruby more.”

For a moment, you narrow your eyes in judgement.

“Before you form opinions about me, let me say, they are my greatest joys. However, working a job that requires eighty plus hours in a week and two kids isn’t as easy as it sounds.”

You set your cup down before you. “Sounds like a lot of pressure.”

Finnick massages his brows. “That’s an understatement. Dad won’t be around forever. I’m to take over the family business. I’m planning to make a lot of changes when that happens. For Smith and Ruby’s sake. They might not want this.” Finnick quickly covers his mouth. “Pretend I didn’t say that.”

You shrug. “I think I might understand. You want them to have a choice.”

Finnick nods. “Don’t tell my mother. You’d get me in trouble.”

You laugh together.

“Snitches get stitches.”

Finnick laughs again. “And disciplined.” He hides his expression as he takes a sip of tea.

Though you don’t quite know what he means by that, you laugh at him anyway. “I don’t think Smith likes me very much.”

“He doesn’t like many people. He’s like me in that regard.” Finnick looks at you. “But I know that if you stick around his feelings will change.”

“I hope that’s true.”

He leans close to you. Your senses are suddenly overwhelmed with his fragrance and his golden warmth. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

You giggle. “What?”

“Smith likes anyone who will play hide-and-seek with him. That and chocolate chip cookies are the way to his heart.” Finnick pats you on the shoulder. His hands are massive. “Besides, I’m on your side. I’ll put in a good word.” He winks at you, and your heart drops in your chest.

This is... bad. You really shouldn’t be having these feelings for your employer. But his charming nature is hard to resist. He must have lots of girlfriends.

“Thanks,” you whisper, too caught up in your own worries to recognize that he’s flirting with you.

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[butyou-callmewhenyourebored]

SORRY BUT I’VE JUST GOT BACK FROM THE COLOGNE GIG AND WTF HAVE I JUST WITNESSED 😭

THE SETLIST WAS SO ROGUE, SO UNEXPECTED, SO NOT LIKE ANY OTHER SATVB SETLIST. THE FIRST FIVE ALONE FELT LIKE I WAS HALLUCINATING 😩

- The 1975 (self titled)

- The City

- Milk

- Anobrain

- You

He then also pulled out;

- Then Because She Goes

- Bagsy Not in Net

- Frail State of Mind

- Medicine

- Lost my Head

- 28

As far as last shows (and my last show of the era) it was pretty perfect! If I was mentally stable going in to the gig (I wasn’t) I definitely wasn’t coming out of it! I now need to go lie down in a dark room to go recover because Healy really blindsided me there!

[nicoscheer]

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[our-neck-of-the-woods]

Jenny's Signature

"Jenny! Ma petit songbird! I have a new scent I would like you to share with you today!" Corey Cologne said, sounding excited to share his latest perfume with his favorite customer.

"Oh? I wonder what lovely scent you have created today, Corey." Jenny Jamboree said with curiosity in her voice.

Corey held out his perfume bottle near her face. Not too close, but just enough for the scented mist to hit her button nose.

"Close your eyes and mouth as well. You're about to smell, oh, so swell!" Corey chimed as he spritzed Jenny.

The mist tickled her nose and face as she sniffed the air around her.

"Well, Jenny? What do you think?" Corey asked, anticipated to hear what his neighbor thinks about it.

The scent smelled very familiar to her. It was almost as if the scent that reminded her favorite things. The scent of the rainbow trees after an early morning rain shower, the scent of the wildflowers in full bloom on a sunny afternoon, and the smell of her favorite treat to eat. A hint of pomegranate.

"Oh, Corey! This is your absolute best scent yet! It makes me want to sing and dance about how much of a rocking jam it is!" Jenny said, followed by her singing a little ditty about the perfume.

"What do you call it?" Jenny said with wonder in her voice.

"I call it, "Jenny des Bois."That's is French for, "Jenny from the Woods." Corey said, followed by a wink from the charismatic gentle giant.

Jenny couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the perfume being named after her.

"Teehehehe! Oh, Corey... That Sounds like a Jam!"

-End of Script-

Special thank you to @weevmo for the fantastic art commission! Words can not express how truly wonderful this art piece is!

Our Neck of the Woods is a Fanmade Welcome Home Au project. It is not affiliated with the Official Welcome Home Project, It's Creator Clown/@/partycoffin , or the Official Welcome Home Crew.

[jazzzzzzhands]

Oh I saw a most! Charming and Suave Man and I had to draw him so very badly!

This is Corey! He is very enchanting! He knows his way around smells and scents! He will make sure that you smell, oh so swell!!

Corey belongs to @ari-jay

Please go check out @our-neck-of-the-woods !!!

The characters are so very fun!!

[corrodedcoughin]

A selection of pick up lines that Steve has used on Eddie and have unfortunately worked with resounding success

Are you Smaug? Because it looks like you have treasure in your cave (Eddie decided to not think about this one before acting on it)

Are you from Mordor? Because you are melting my precious (met with a confused eyebrow raise and a sigh but still got the job done)

Your lack of nudity disturbs me (definitely Steves favourite and the one he is most proud of which made it even more deadly with his ‘ehh??? Ehh?? Good right???’ After he said it)

Steves pick up lines: 3

Eddie’s composure: 0

[sugarcoatedlies616]

the first time dream and hob kiss is gentle, soft, slow and everything hob had imagined for well over 200 years.

he didn’t imagine dream would become obsessed with it though. dream can’t get enough of it, he presses their lips and lets out the sweetest sighs to ever grace hob’s ears, dream’s fingers running through his hair to pull him even closer.

and hob loved it, he adored the way dream became so easily kiss drunk, eyes lingering on his lips while he was telling him about how his latest lecture had gone down and how he blushed when caught, dream is never the one to break their kisses, nor he is the one to let go after just one of them. hob imagines this is because dream hasn’t actually kissed someone in so long and the very thought just makes him want to kiss his dream of a boyfriend even more.

[chucklechampion]

Emergency Custom Fragrance Sale to Save My Best Friend’s Life

hey everyone, my name is ren and his is my special little buddy hocus pocus

he’s been by my side for years and he’s my best friend. recently we’ve had issues with a terrible flea infestation that left him very sick. we took him to the vet yesterday and were given some devastating news. not only have the fleas made him incredibly anemic to the point of having a red blood cell count of 9, but he has contracted FeLV, feline leukemia virus. due to the FeLV he’s having a hard time recovering his red blood cell count on his own and the vet has recommended he receive a blood transfusion. however, she told us that it would have to be done by an emergency vet and would cost at least $1000, and then everything else he needs to stay healthy on top of that. we’ve fallen on hard times recently like countless others, and can barely afford to pay rent let alone what equates to two weeks worth of work at my job.

if anyone would be interested, i’m designing, making and selling custom perfumes and colognes for very cheap. all you need to do is tell me what types of scents you like and i can create a one of a kind fragrance made just for you! if you receive the bottle and decide you like it i’ll be writing down the recipes so that they can be recreated. i can also create custom fragrance oils if you have a specific scent you’d like in your perfume!

currently they are being bottled in 3ml vials but if you’d like more i can absolutely accommodate.

my current prices are $5 + shipping for a 3ml bottle and $15 + shipping for a 10ml bottle.

if you’re interested but can’t afford the pricing, i’m perfectly willing to work with you!!

every cent of this will go towards helping save hocus pocus’s life, and i will not turn my nose up at any donation you can afford.

if you’re interested, please dm me for more details!

[todayisafridaynight]

DRAGON YEAR

[bluelolblue]

what would santino’s kind of date be?

I think he would love to take his date to a nice, fancy (expensive) restaurant and literally order whatever his date would want, no matter how much it costs. Ofc expensive wine, red or white whatever his date prefers. Definitely a gentleman, he really seems like he'd treat his date with respect and kindness. Would listen and observe even the smallest details. Would bring flowers (if he knows his dates favorite flowers, he'd bring that, if he doesn't know he's bringing red roses)

His drip. He's fucking wearing his best suit and best cologne. Gotta leave a sexy impression

Santino's a romantic in my opinion, like UGH I think he can make such a good date... doesn't even have to be a restaurant, it can be in a bar or literally anywhere (in his bedroom even 😞)

But a fancy restaurant bc he can afford it :3

Overall, great sexy vibes on a date with him <3

Thanks so much for the ask! :3

[spritemachine]

i spent WAY too much time on this lmao

[sunnibits]

random modern au doodle of a younger iz but this mental image would not set me free until I drew it

[sternenwaisin]

I am kinda so sad i know i got so lucky with the setlist in cologne but i also wanted to hear the songs from beeing funny live AND MY STUPID BEING THOUGHT ONE CONCERT WOULD BE ENOUGH HOW DIFFERENT CAN THE SETLIST BE live is comedy

I got the city and Anobrain so what am i even complaining damn

i will never hear this albums opening live i am crying

[kkoraki]

favorite male fashion/style/general life advice youtuber who always threw yellow flags for potentially being overly conservative to a worrying degree officially out as pro-gay