Pure gas pump jockey, sweat stained wife beater and oil under the nails.
If that is you then buddy you have hit pay dirt. This woody floral musk is for you. You know that pungent shooting right to the back of the eyeballs smell of gasoline? Well mix that with years old garage floor oil stains and an old leather jacket the dog sleeps on at the back of the garage and you have Fahrenheit by Dior…. Shut the garage Dior I am heading over to Chanel.