He has always wanted to see Morocco or visit the markets at Marakesh.
The Assassin is focused on that one single purpose. He is not to be messed with. Sharp and clear he can accomplish great things. Not “Lawrence of Arabia” or a ninja, but something in between.The exotic smells of all that adventure. With a gin and tonic in the sun the journey begins….

Teddy bear, teddy bear turn around…
You’re not as bad as your big old frown.
Soft in the middle with a cuddly smile.
Chocolate covered orange slice,
Rum and spice,
makes you actually, quite nice.

“El Diablo” is Spanish for the Devil. This cologne is hot and spicy. A little mischievous and bewitching. Not as wicked as Mephisto was crafty and fiendish, but rather quick, sharp, clever and daring. Wild spices of cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg are warmed with black pepper then suddenly cooled with lime and bergamot oils. It’s hot, fast and a little bit devilish. Watch out for the flames and smoke. Dare you! A real winter warmer…..

INGREDIENTS:    Cinnamon, Labdanum, Oakmoss, Nutmeg, Clove, Bergamot, Lime oils.

“Then, one day, a lovely sunny day with tufts of primroses under the hazels, and many violets dotting the paths, she came in the afternoon to the coops and there was one tiny, tiny perky chicken tinily prancing round in front of a coop. The keeper, squatting beside her, was also watching with an amused face the bold little bird in her hands. Suddenly he saw a tear fall on to her wrist. And he stood up, and stood away, moving to the other coop. For suddenly he was aware of the old flame shooting and leaping up in his loins, that he had hoped was quiescent for ever. He laid his hand on her shoulder, and softly, gently, it began to travel down the curve of her back, blindly, with a blind stroking motion, to the curve of her crouching loins. “Shall you come to the hut?” he said, in a quiet, neutral voice.” ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ by D.H.Lawrence

INGREDIENTS: Musk, Petitgrain, Orange blossom, Patchouli, Palmarosa oils, Labdanum and Oakmoss.

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet Triumph and Disaster, And treat those two impostors just the same: If you can fill the unforgiving minute, With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son! By Rudyard Kipling “A deep rich woody scent reminiscent of wood piles, freshly chopped timbers, the sap, shavings and sawdust of red gum; and the effort required to make the same.”

INGREDIENTS: Sandalwood, frankincense, bergamot, labdanum, patchouli, lime and bay oils.

Up at the crack of dawn for a big day mustering the cattle. Saddle up, leather boots shine and a cocky tilt of the hat. You are fresh, sharp and dynamite hissing. GO GET ‘EM…..

Wide open spaces of the desert with the tang of fresh rain on the dust. Huge skies and the immensity of the rich dark starry night. Musky spinifex, deep ochre spice and so much more. The Adventure begins…

The waves call their siren song. White caps rip along the translucent aqua marine. Warm sand and a light breeze toss this beach comber’s hair. The lightness of the froth amongst life’s flotsam and jetsam. You are care free and, “frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”…..

You are inside the ancient temple high in the hills of Tibet. The old weather worn, and wrinkled monk slowly beckons you in his saffron robe. “I think you will appreciate this”, he says softly. He shows me an ornately carved chest with gold leaf inlaid in its top and sides. He motions that I should kneel down. He almost reverently and gently opens the casket. “Take a deep breath and smell”, he whispers. “For over 800 years we have stored our incense here”..

He has all the signs of a weather beaten life. Musty wood shavings with a dash of fir around the wrinkles of a hard worker. Dark chocolate, rum and spice which makes him actually quite nice. Laughter amongst the sweat and curses. Not such a romantic but dependable, reliable and eventually he gets the job done. You know you like him, (even though he is an ugly bastard). INSTRUCTIONS: Put this cologne on the dashboard, under the windscreen of the ute so it gets to 60 C. That way it will get so bloody hot it will really burn when you splash it on your poor face ! (Or maybe keep it in a cool dark place fellas). Spray it on the sides of your neck and avoid copious amounts, so no one knows you really are an ugly bastard.

The hidden cowboy within. Not your average outdoorsman, he’s gentle, sensitive and warm. Musky spice reminiscent of your father’s old shirts. Saddle leather, wisps of pipe tobacco and all those funny stories. Kid gloves for you kid. WHOA there boyo ! Splash it on….

Imagine walking through an old redwood forest. Its late evening, damp and foggy.Through the mist you can see tree moss, lichen and patches of mushrooms. In the distance a mossy camouflage shape moves suddenly. It’s a dragon! The dragon stirs and glares at you slinking off into the darkness. You approach the lair cautiously and peer into the dragons nest. Three small eggs of gold shimmer.

What do you do now? ………..

Ingredients: Dragons blood resin, cedarwood, musk, benzoin, frankincense, beeswax, labdanum, patchouli, moss and gold leaf.