Cologne and I have a very interesting relationship. I have a "signature scent" that I like and that I have worn for years, but I've never been a connoisseur. When I first picked out that scent, I basically walked into a store and asked for help. I think that's probably a good representative moment for my attitude towards cologne: I like wearing it, but I couldn't pick something out off the top of my head. Other than my signature scent, I don't really know what the other options are.
Well, that changed a little bit recently. First, I have to explain a little bit of back-story, though. A while back, my brother-in-law was on an international flight for work. He was flying on one of the nicer tiers, either business class or first class, so they handed him a complimentary care package thing. It's the sort of thing that has a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a few other amenities to make the flight and the time immediately afterward a little more comfortable.
Among other things in this care package was a small sampler vial of cologne:
He knew right away that he didn't want it, so he didn't use it. My sister, not wanting to waste said care package, asked if I wanted the contents. Specifically, she asked if I wanted the cologne from the care package. Me being me, I figured, "why not?"
Now, I already have a cologne that I wear on a day-to-day basis, so I wasn't trying to replace it. I just figured it was an opportunity to try something different, and the fact that it was a small vial facilitated that path. If I hated it, I wouldn't be wasting much.
As it turned out, though, I actually liked how it smelled on me. In fact, I liked it enough that I decided to finish the whole vial. However, it was a small vial. It wasn't going to last very long. I also wasn't trying to replace my signature scent, I just wanted to add something in to the mix.
The Mild Wife had a genius suggestion to solve this problem neatly: wear the new cologne on the weekends. Essentially, it would become my weekend scent. Since I wasn't using it as often, the vial would last longer. I'd also be able to use on a frequent enough basis that it wouldn't just sit on a shelf somewhere. Like I said, it was a genius plan.
So, on weekends, whenever we're getting ready to head out, I use the weekend scent. Since I don't wear it every day, I'm usually pleasantly surprised by the smell of it when I apply the cologne. It's like a gift for myself every single time. Yes, yes, I know. You'd figure I'd be used to it by now, but apparently, I'm not.
That last statement is particularly amusing because of the most recent incident involving cologne. Rather than try to recount the tale poorly, let me just replay the conversation. The Mild Wife and I were getting ready to head out, and I had just finished all of my usual grooming:
Me: "You smell good, [Mild Wife]"
Mild Wife: "Huh? I haven't put anything on."
Me: "Well, it smells good in here."
(she sniffs the air)
Mild Wife:" Is that ... ? Yes, that's you! The smell is your weekend scent!"
There was much laughter after that. Luckily for me, the vial of weekend scent is almost done. With a little bit of luck, I won't run into this problem again before I finish the vial.
Well, that changed a little bit recently. First, I have to explain a little bit of back-story, though. A while back, my brother-in-law was on an international flight for work. He was flying on one of the nicer tiers, either business class or first class, so they handed him a complimentary care package thing. It's the sort of thing that has a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a few other amenities to make the flight and the time immediately afterward a little more comfortable.
Among other things in this care package was a small sampler vial of cologne:
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| Note that the contents of the vial have been used. That will be important later |
He knew right away that he didn't want it, so he didn't use it. My sister, not wanting to waste said care package, asked if I wanted the contents. Specifically, she asked if I wanted the cologne from the care package. Me being me, I figured, "why not?"
Now, I already have a cologne that I wear on a day-to-day basis, so I wasn't trying to replace it. I just figured it was an opportunity to try something different, and the fact that it was a small vial facilitated that path. If I hated it, I wouldn't be wasting much.
As it turned out, though, I actually liked how it smelled on me. In fact, I liked it enough that I decided to finish the whole vial. However, it was a small vial. It wasn't going to last very long. I also wasn't trying to replace my signature scent, I just wanted to add something in to the mix.
The Mild Wife had a genius suggestion to solve this problem neatly: wear the new cologne on the weekends. Essentially, it would become my weekend scent. Since I wasn't using it as often, the vial would last longer. I'd also be able to use on a frequent enough basis that it wouldn't just sit on a shelf somewhere. Like I said, it was a genius plan.
So, on weekends, whenever we're getting ready to head out, I use the weekend scent. Since I don't wear it every day, I'm usually pleasantly surprised by the smell of it when I apply the cologne. It's like a gift for myself every single time. Yes, yes, I know. You'd figure I'd be used to it by now, but apparently, I'm not.
That last statement is particularly amusing because of the most recent incident involving cologne. Rather than try to recount the tale poorly, let me just replay the conversation. The Mild Wife and I were getting ready to head out, and I had just finished all of my usual grooming:
Me: "You smell good, [Mild Wife]"
Mild Wife: "Huh? I haven't put anything on."
Me: "Well, it smells good in here."
(she sniffs the air)
Mild Wife:" Is that ... ? Yes, that's you! The smell is your weekend scent!"
There was much laughter after that. Luckily for me, the vial of weekend scent is almost done. With a little bit of luck, I won't run into this problem again before I finish the vial.
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