My perfume career began as a teen with "Charlie" and "Jean Nate". I always loved Jean Nate - it was so fresh and clean smelling - a bonus when you live in the humid, sultry south. I suspect there was also a lot of alcohol involved because you literally FELT cool when you splashed some of this stuff on. Eventually, I moved on to Ciara. I liked Ciara and stuck with it for years. Many, many moons ago, my grandfather's second wife (now deceased), brought me a large bottle of Chanel No. 5 from the duty-free shop on her way from England. I still have most of it left, though the bottle has got to be 20 years old - and when I want to feel particularly sophisticated, I dab a bit on and remember the lovely lady with elbow length gloves and purple Nikes who gave it to me.
I went through a dry spell. No one gave me perfume, and it's not something I buy for myself. My nose had suddenly begun working like a champ due to quitting smoking, and strong smells of ANY kind tended to send me 'round the bend, so I shied away from perfumes completely - being so easily bowled over when an innocent perfume wearer would pass by leaving a wake of intense, eye-watering smell. I foreswore perfume altogether.
My husband would also go through phases of perfuming himself. If he happened to be smoking at the time, there would be more (lucky sod can pick up and put down cigarettes at will). When we first started dating, he wore pachoulli oil, which smelled good, but left my lips absolutely numb. There was a brief Brut phase and an even briefer Old Spice phase. Mostly he smelled of soap, which was fine with me. Sometimes he smelled of tea tree oil or tiger balm.
Sensing this rather disturbing trend in smells, my mother-in-law began attempting to perfume us again. A couple of years ago there was an unfortunate bout with JLo perfume. Let's not go there. And something she got for Darling Man that smelled like rubber monkeys.
This past Christmas, she tried it again. Windsong for me (nice, actually), and Antonio! for Darling Man.
Never mind that I am not a real Antonio Banderas fan. Love the accent, love the smouldering look in his eye, love his hair in the Zorro movies. His fascination with Melanie Griffith is beyond me, and his "normal" haircuts are most unfortunate. But when the man lends his name and his face to a perfume for men - well, ladies - I have to admit we've got a winner.
Oh, Antonio!!!! Your perfume for menfolks is absolutely divine. And the box isn't bad either.
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HOW DID YOU KNOW???
HOW DID YOU KNOW???
How did you know that nothing gets me hotter than numb lips and rubber monkeys?
woof.
I was shocked by the Antonio cologne too. It was sitting in Eckard (international resource of crap) on the top shelf of their perfumes, populated mostly by "Candies" brand. It smelled like rubbing alcohol at first, but about 20 minutes later, I was being sniffed. By people, no less. Its quite nice.
For some reason I've got tons of tubes of perfumed hand sanitizer that I've gotten as gifts (Do people think I'm that unclean? Humph.) Perhaps I can send them to you and you can make some lovely gift baskets.
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Jlo perfume, huh?
And Antonio...and the chanel no.5/
You do have a perfumery in there?
Are you going to move it all to the new house?
Well... perfume does smell differently on different people. Antonio happens to smell wonderful on Darling Man.
Knowing me, the perfumery will move to the new house. I think I will definitely ditch JLo though. It does NOT work on me!!!
antonio banderas scares me......
that said i like joop and kenneth cole black on men.
for myself i am strictly an oscar de la renta fan.
(shout used wrong account! the last comment was from me!)
We're not much on the perfume/cologne thing at my house. I can't wear it at work in case one of my darlings is allergic. And Hubs, well, he likes to smell like Irish Spring. He only busts out the Drakkar when he's trying to get some. And that's only when he's REALLY desperate. May have to check out Antonio!
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