"Celibesexy"--The Pope enjoys his solitude, but knows chicks dig him—nutmeg and almond lightly washed by a base of sacrificial lamb.
"Confession" -- For when the Pope wants to contemplate his own moral failings. A trace of gun oil and bootblack brushed across the sweetness of a Bavarian pine forest.
"Secret of the Synod" -- When the Pope wants to celebrate his ascension to the throne of Peter he wears this triumphal scent--musk, mothballed altar robes and the clean smell of white smoke.
"Big Popi"--The Pope knows he's a superstar. A Broadway blend of fennel, fresh lemon peel, and pointed hatband sweat suffused with a big apple background.
"Old Relic"-- He's number 265, so when the Pope wants to feel the richness of papal tradition he dabs this one on—myrrh, beeswax, freshly washed feet with a subtle undertone of roasted heretic.
"Holy Aqua-Velva" -- the Pope slaps himself awake in the morning with this blend of coriander, burning candles and light halitosis with a background of fresh Communion wafer.
"Censored"-- The Pope gets into authority-figure mode with this one—bright dashes of cucumber and citrus suspended in smoky frankincense.
"Indulgences"-- When the Pope wants to drop his dress and party. Grape and other fruity mid-tones pop out from the fresh linen fragrance of altar-boy underwear.
"Cardinal Sin"-- For those papal moments best forgotten. A top note of wine and tobacco gives way to a hint of chastising leather against a base of new latex.
"Infallible"-- The Pope's fave. Nothing can stop him when he dabs on this powerful cologne. Papal skullcap scent with mid-tones of medieval sepulcher contrast with Christ-on-earthy base notes of denned lion and feasting Romans.