Even Mr. Oud gets tired from time to time, especially as he’s crested into the latter half of his life.
Mr. Oud wears his gray hair like a wolf – he’s earned his time in the night.
His head glows like moonlight.
You trace his hair all the way down…
Mr. Oud transforms into a worthy temptress.
Mr. Oud was raised to be admired.
Accustomed to such treatment, it is now nothing less than a demand, and a certain guarantee of eventual ruin.
Mr. Oud has disappeared for the weekend.
Like quicksilver, he proves difficult to pin down, and dangerous to contain.
He’ll seep into your consciousness, he’ll seep into your skin,
he’ll drive you mad in both places, scandalize you in sin.
Mr. Oud will appear in a brand new hat
that is old hat to him.
His closets run deep, his closets run wide,
his cologne cabinet is one that can’t be denied.
Mr. Oud slips back into the fold on Sunday.
He is in residence now.
Would you like an introduction?
The veil between the material world and the spiritual world grows thinnest at this time of the year…
