While I’m not typically the first to jump on the boycott wagon, recently I lost interest in splashing myself with a scent crafted by two aging party gays who thought it would be a good idea to publicly claim the children of most gay couples were unnatural and therefore defective. So when Dolce & Gabanna ended up sticking their ruby slippers in their mouths, I decided to hunt through my medicine cabinet for a suitable replacement. In the process, I came across this little gem, a lovely surprise in a charity event gift bag a few years back. If you like your colognes masculine and woodsy but with a sharp, cloying top-note, this one’s for you. It’s got an affordable price tag too, but without the suffocating, high-school-prom-on-steroids quality of Abercrombie & Fitch or Ralph Lauren Polo.