Old Spice: do you dare me?

Tonight while I was shopping for food (something I ought to do more often), I just happened to spot a 125ml bottle of Old Spice (original) in the deoderant aisle for $7.99. I threw caution to the wind and tossed it in the basket on top of my salad and went on my merry way- and I forgot about it for maybe an hour. That was probably a good thing.


I applied a good handful out of the bottle (it is a splash) and rubbed it onto my arm. And I instantly regretted it. "Sweet Jesus!" I cried, "Holy mother of dixie cups, someone put Pampers in my Old Spice!"

I passed out on the kitchen floor- with a warm salad spread about the place- until the topnotes subsided. I woke up in the barber shop. No, wait, I woke up on the kitchen floor, but my arm was giving off a visible mist of Pamper-Barber fumes. "Holy textbook example!" I screamed to my downstairs neighbors, "I feel a case of the vapors coming on!"

I woke up again on the pitching deck of the Titanic. Nope, I was wrong again- I was still on the kitchen floor. However, I kept receiving whiffs of: brylcreem, leather, wicker, canvas, doom, lead-based paint, and ambergris. Ha ha! I was just kidding about the ambergris. There's no ambergris here. My ordeal was over. I looked over at the clock- only an hour had passed. Only one hour of my life was a confusing mishmash of diapers and oceanliners.

"Three-toed mother of carruther!" I screamed at the top of my singed lungs, "I should tell basenotes about this! I should warn them! I'm so tired! I wonder when I'll have a day off again!"

I dragged myself over to my Stylish Electronic Cologne Research and Exploration Tool (or iBook for short) in order to read Slashdot. Ah, but then I remembered. I have to stop drinking Ambre Sultan as an aperitif- apparently my memory is suffering.

So I sat down and wrote a fevered review of my latest acquisition for a mostly sleeping audience. "Tonight while I was shopping for food," I began...



So, Basenotes: Should I wear it to work tomorrow? Huh? Do you dare me to? I swear I will.

I'll check back in the morning


-ben

I'm back from my Old Spicy day.


In short: I don't like Old Spice.


It was overpowering and obnoxious all morning, and by lunchtime it had dried down into the "I'm wearing Old Spice deoderant" smell. It stayed that way until around 5 p.m., at which point it started to smell really good.


I can't wait that long for a drydown

The longevity and strength of Old Spice cologne are outstanding- it was far more potent than any other 'cologne'-type scents that I've worn. It lasted all day, only tapering off after my shower.

I feel bad for my coworkers, but hey- maybe they liked it. You never can tell.


-ben

I was thinking about doing a 'trailer park boys perfume week' once I get all the right bottles- I was thinking of Brut, Old Spice, Drakkar Noir, Hai Karate, Jovan, etc.

Maybe in a few months I'll post a thread about it.

-ben

Hey, hey- Notice that my wardrobe does proudly include the Drakkar Noir. I enjoy it.

What I meant was that the frags would have sort of an old-school, high-school, ladies-man, jean-jacket kind of vibe. Drakkar definitely has that going for it, despite its good quality and fantastic drydown.

The canoe and english leather were duly noted. Aspen is too foul to apply in my house, let alone on my skin.

-ben