Over the period of a couple of years when I was in high school and my undergrad I amassed about ten different brands of cologne. Some I wear for certain seasons, some with certain colors, and some for certain moods. (If you ever get a whiff of Dolce and Gabbana then watch out… I’m probably not in the best of spirits.)
In a response to a friends compliment on my musk one day:
“Oh, thanks! I’m actually kind of a scent whore.”
“What?! A centaur? You know, Joseph, sometimes I really don’t get the punch lines to your jokes.”
And, although we all know I love a good bit of half human/half beast mythology, that’s not exactly what I had in mind.
I wear Burberry cologne on the 25th and it is the only time in a year I do so. My bottle only has a couple of spritzes left (I think I’m covered through 2015) and for some reason I associate that scent with Christmas. Perhaps it’s because it has an “aromatic, woody, fougere fragrance […] with dry down notes of amber, cedarwood and tonka beans*.” Or more likely still, perhaps it just SMELLS LIKE FRIGGIN’ CHRISTMAS. Needless to say, with limited supplies I save it for that day and that day only.
And no, this isn’t my trying to subtly hint about a Christmas idea… As I mentioned, I have about plenty of different colognes… so I’m covered. (And most likely in too much cologne.) Ba-dum-ching! Also my hints are not so subtle. I STILL WANT THAT WATCH!!!
Artist: Martin Short/ Album: Fame Becomes Me