The scent is made for a King and only mature, self-assured men can pull it off. It’s definitely not for incels who are so insecure they have to compulsively brag to strangers that they’re “alpha males”, as if that was a thing that actually exists, or regurgitate schoolyard namecalling they saw online to spit at anyone whose political views they can’t understand, even in forums where it’s not even remotely appropriate, as if they hope Jordan Peterson himself will somehow see it and give them a pat on the head for it.

This has a note in it that I haven’t learned to identify yet, but it’s in a few Creeds and I love it. I’ve mentioned it in a few reviews… something broad, floral, soft, round, organic, sweet, and rich. (Like a soy latte. It’s very much like what I imagine it would smell like to be standing next to Dr. Jill Stein.) Whatever I’m wearing, I often will layer just a single pump of Royal Oud on top just to give it that same quality. Lasts long, too, I catch whiffs of it throughout the day. It makes me feel empowered, like I’m standing in strength and allyship with the women in the nursing circle at an Ani DiFranco concert.

[NOTE, two months later: my feelings about Royal Oud have not changed in the least, but apparently the person whose review was right below, which mine was mocking, has reconsidered, and deleted theirs, leaving mine looking like a standalone review from someone with oddly specific cultural references. At any rate, no doubt this is because they’ve wisely come to reconsider their social views, not in any way out of embarrassment at being the recipient of a well-deserved display of sardonic wit.]