Maureen Gibbon
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Straddling Z

16 July 2009 Articles
When I was fifteen, I had a twenty-two-year-old boyfriend. He had dark waving hair, almond eyes, and a jaw you could cut paper on. He was also so vacuous my family called him “the village idiot,” but that’s another story.
My boyfriend drove a low-slung orange 240Z in 1978, but the car wasn’t the only place where the letter Z played a role in his life – he also wore Halston Z-14 cologne.
Granted, I was only fifteen, but I couldn’t believe a man could smell so good. Z-14 had tang as well as musky darkness, and it seemed to match my boyfriend’s dark, good looks. But my fascination with the fragrance went beyond wanting to smell it on him. I liked the scent so much I bought a bottle and started wearing it myself.
...Carnation Pickup

17 September 2008 Articles
If a pink carnation was the only flower Don McLean’s “lonely teenage broncing buck” had in “Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie,” there was a good reason he was out of luck.
The pompom-like flowers made up almost every corsage I ever got in high school, and their clammy blossoms were about as appealing as their straight-from-the-refrigerator temperature. Still, each time I received a carnation, I’d stick my nose into it, hoping for a scent. Each time the petals disappointed.
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