Gunslinger --

"Which, while I forded,—good saints, how I fear’d
To set my foot upon a dead man’s cheek,
Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek
For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard!
—It may have been a water-rat I spear’d,
But, ugh! it sounded like a baby’s shriek."
- Robert Browning, Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came


A good masculine scent, with notes of sandalwood, leather, and a dash of whiskey.