I have to say, when it came to Christmas, my parents sought to please, even if it meant walking into the local Skaggs drugstore and picking up this macho scent. I seem to remember it as the same year I asked for the Donna Summer "Bad Girls" LP. Well, it, along with the aftershave, was wrapped up under the tree. All I can imagine is my sweet mom walking into Mark's Records and buying that racy-looking album.
I was beside myself when I peeled off the wrappings of my bottled treasure, and I promptly took it into my bedroom with plush brown carpeting and a beanbag chair, and placed it in a place of honor on my Early American dresser. (Donna Summer playing in the background, of course.) I believe it was the power of advertising that lured me to the brand, and not the fragrance itself, for as I remember, it had the odor of gasoline, and -- maybe it's my imagination -- seemed to slightly burn each time I wore it.
A couple of years later Jovan dropped in rank to Polo Ralph Lauren. Then Polo to Drakkar Noir, and then Drakkar Noir to Kouros by Yves Saint Laurent. I am always amazed at how scents trigger memories, more so than taste, at least for me. Polo reminds me of being the ultimate prepster in high school, Drakkar Noir of my sophomore year at University of Missouri, and Kouros, my junior year at the University of Bordeaux, France. I've changed my scent many times since then, but every time I catch a whiff of any of these vintage fragrances in a crowded room or on the street, I'm always transported back in time.
Here's to a Scent-Sational Monday.
Always Frugal, Always Fabulous!
The Elegant Thrifter