The wee shite flat five head saint is back waxing lyrical (don't shoot me) in his usual verbose fashion (i.e. too many words, all in the wrong order, mostly spelt/used incorrectly) doing a humble brag about how he can't believe everyone (really Melvin....everyone?) adores his scent.
THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S FROM A RESPECTED AND TRAINED 'NOSE' WHO HAS WORKED FOR PROBABLY YEARS TO DEVELOP THIS SCENT
It might have your name on, but it's not youse (had to be done) who invented it. Anyone could have done what you did, oh look, I like Poison, stick it in a wax melt and call it by my name and it will sell. You utter cock womble.
And the idea of pieces of him in anyone's house just makes me think he's wiped his face whilst visiting and left dry skin, sorry, exzzzeeeema, or cold sores all over the carpet
or even worse, skiddies down the pan that no scrubbing with a nafty sponge or flushing with ocean water will shift.