Every celebrity has a fragrance nowadays. I mean, you would expect people like Jennifer Lopez and Maria Sharapova to have their own fragrance. But Alan Cumming? Celine Dion? Paris Hilton? Michael Jordan?

Slate dives into the sweet smelling waters of celebrity perfumes and colognes.  I like the description of Cumming (yes, yes, yes, insert you own joke here): "a witty, rather macho blend of bergamot, black pepper, Scotch pine, whiskey, peet, and white truffle that belies the star's epicine image."

I'd like to have a cologne of my own, but it would probably be an unappealing mixture of cheese pizza, Reese's peanut butter cups, and newspaper ink.