Eau de Parfum

Smell is an incredible memory trigger for me. I have a long history with Drakkar, dating back almost 25 years. At work tonight, a man walked past me and instantly I was flooded with memories and sensations.

-My father putting on his cologne, walking downstairs to fill his thermos with coffee, and raising the garage door. The jolt of the door raising would wake me just as the scent of his cologne wafted into my room from the master next door.
-Friday night banquet at Camp Manitoumi. Dave and his teal silk shirt and pleated black pants. A quick snuggle on the hayrack ride or a cologne-filled breeze created from swinging on the rusty swings.
-High school boyfriend, Matt. His 80-something baby-blue Corolla with the falling ceiling. His numerous scrapes and bruises after Friday night football games.

Besides Drakkar, I have many memories associated with various scents. Eternity for men - Jim what's-his-name quickly kissing me before my brother could catch us behind the pine trees. United Colors of Benetton - sneaking out of the house with Brandy to smoke cigarettes and putting perfume on every time we went out. Sand and Sable - my sister in my I-want-to-be-just-like-her phase. Tresor - meeting college boyfriend Chad's mother for the first time and instantly liking her; then after leaving, realizing she wears my mother's perfume and that is the sole reason I can think of for liking her. Jessica McClintock - liking the perfume and spraying it on at a department store. Wearing it home to see if my husband likes it. Him saying, "I love that perfume. My mom wears it". Tea Tree Oil - my husband.