I'm a large, burly conservative man who enjoys manly things like shooting and blowing stuff up, camping, drinking to excess, staring down punks, and drinking. I'm the manliest man most of my friends know. With that said, I'm a Californian, so I'm secure enough with my manhood that using the scent of rose doesn't phase me. Hell, I mask after all, and if there's anything that's threatening to your manhood it's the prospect of being caught with a french clay mask on your face; which, coincidentally is why whenever I've got a mask on, I've got my .45 1911 loaded and sitting next to me, because I'm not a paranoid person, and I don't carry a gun, but if someone's gonna break into my home, there's no way in hell I'm gonna be found dead with a clay mask on my face. - Nicholas, California (excerpt from an actual email received by QED)