I often describe myself as a slave to novelty. I love a gimmick, and seek them out in every form - a gimmicky puzzle, a gimmicky cocktail, a gimmicky commercial. There's really no surprise that I'm drawn to the branding of fragrance houses like Imaginary Authors and Zoologist, what with more playful gimmickery nonsense than they know what to do with sometimes. Tyrannosaurus Rex is probably the most gimmicky of them all: a fragrance embodying the most bizarre instincts of its creators, appealing to the almost religious mammoth of the dinosaur's scale both literally, and culturally. And from what I saw of the reviews online, it seemed to totally live up to these legendary expectations. Controversial, stinky, and with a supposedly colossal silage, this is the fragrance that I was by far the most excited to try from Zoologist. (Especially after trying Bull's Blood, which is another favorite of mine.) And Tyrannosaurus Rex delivered beyond my wildest imaginations. Tyrannosau...