I piled on the Yatagan this morning. Spray after spray, probably six shots total. It was stronger than I remembered. Big deal, I like it that way. The sunshine and warm weather might have played a part.
On to the story of the day: it was very strange, but the power of this fantastic scent, despite its reach into lots of people's nostrils as I rode the subway and went about weekend chores, was incredibly comforting. Odd--it was comforting.
Sitting down on the subway, standing, walking the passageways of the stations and riding the escalators, I knew it was spreading out there. I have a friend who said she always used to tease her brother and his friends when they got ready to go to nightclubs: "you're getting all cologned up!" she said, and held her nose or waved the air away from in front of it. Today, I was all cologned up.
But it wasn't guy-on-the-skirt-hunt cologned up. It was weird. I noticed that people didn't move away from me. One got noticibly closer for sniffs. I think the reason was that it was Yatagan, and I think this for two reasons: first, Yatagan is very interesting and a great smell, but second and most important, Yatagan is so different from what most people smell. Yatagan isn't on even as many as 1 in 1000 men, maybe not even 1 in 10,000. So it's a categorically different smell from Biff, Bobby, and Dick getting ready for a night out. Yatagan is so different it doesn't call mockable images into people's minds.
I'm not a mind reader, but I had to wonder, and thus I felt very comfortable smelling so strongly, about how different the people around me thought I might be because of how different my chosen scent was. I thought my smell made me a curious commodity in a positive way. I loved it. Felt like I was in control the whole time I was, well, holding onto the standing support bars of the subway car. It was really cool. I was smelling up the place, but giving no one the material for giggles.
I've got to do this more often!
That's not easy though. I think it's a delicate balance depending on which scent is picked, and how much the wearer likes the scent. How "fitting" the scent is on the person, and all that.
It was very strange and delightful. I wore a lot and had no worries--had comfort instead--because of the perfection and oddity of Yatagan.
Super cool.
--Chris
On to the story of the day: it was very strange, but the power of this fantastic scent, despite its reach into lots of people's nostrils as I rode the subway and went about weekend chores, was incredibly comforting. Odd--it was comforting.
Sitting down on the subway, standing, walking the passageways of the stations and riding the escalators, I knew it was spreading out there. I have a friend who said she always used to tease her brother and his friends when they got ready to go to nightclubs: "you're getting all cologned up!" she said, and held her nose or waved the air away from in front of it. Today, I was all cologned up.
But it wasn't guy-on-the-skirt-hunt cologned up. It was weird. I noticed that people didn't move away from me. One got noticibly closer for sniffs. I think the reason was that it was Yatagan, and I think this for two reasons: first, Yatagan is very interesting and a great smell, but second and most important, Yatagan is so different from what most people smell. Yatagan isn't on even as many as 1 in 1000 men, maybe not even 1 in 10,000. So it's a categorically different smell from Biff, Bobby, and Dick getting ready for a night out. Yatagan is so different it doesn't call mockable images into people's minds.
I'm not a mind reader, but I had to wonder, and thus I felt very comfortable smelling so strongly, about how different the people around me thought I might be because of how different my chosen scent was. I thought my smell made me a curious commodity in a positive way. I loved it. Felt like I was in control the whole time I was, well, holding onto the standing support bars of the subway car. It was really cool. I was smelling up the place, but giving no one the material for giggles.
I've got to do this more often!
That's not easy though. I think it's a delicate balance depending on which scent is picked, and how much the wearer likes the scent. How "fitting" the scent is on the person, and all that.
It was very strange and delightful. I wore a lot and had no worries--had comfort instead--because of the perfection and oddity of Yatagan.
Super cool.
--Chris








Aahm .... maybe .

Wow Jillsy ... will you be wearing six hits of Yatagan ? ... 
