When I think of Bruce Willis I think of him covered in blood and gun oil, hollering, "Holly, Holly." I do not think of fragrance when I think of Mr. Willis.
Let me think, eau de Bruce might smell like a gym locker room, boxing club or car repair shop. Not to say anything bad about these places. However, the only place I can think of that would smell worse is a 14-year old's bedroom.
Oh, Bruce! What will it be next? Hair transplant club? Minerals for men? Exercise machine? Body moisturizer with oil?
We are losing our heroes. If Clint Eastwood starts hawking adult diapers, I will just give up.