Right now, I'm taking a break in Chicago. And I had to do this as a follow-up to Renato's "Joop City" thread.
As soon as I walked out onto Michigan Avenue this morning, I noticed something: You can smell Le Male everywhere. You can smell it on the sidewalks, in the coffee shops, in the hotel lobbies, and even in the Apple Store (where I'm typing this post out). Since Le Male is available pretty much everywhere in Chicago, the availability factor, plus the TV ad campaign and magazine smelling strips, must play a role. (I'm also quite sure that the Beaute Prestige International reps in the Chicago area get quite a bit in the forms of spiffs and commission from Le Male's massive popularity in the area.)
The good news is that I like Le Male... but what about those who don't like it? Is it olfactory torture to those who don't like the torso-shaped bottle packaged in a tin can? Would they even rather sniff the jet blast from the planes at O'Hare Field than "the essence of modern masculinity"?
As soon as I walked out onto Michigan Avenue this morning, I noticed something: You can smell Le Male everywhere. You can smell it on the sidewalks, in the coffee shops, in the hotel lobbies, and even in the Apple Store (where I'm typing this post out). Since Le Male is available pretty much everywhere in Chicago, the availability factor, plus the TV ad campaign and magazine smelling strips, must play a role. (I'm also quite sure that the Beaute Prestige International reps in the Chicago area get quite a bit in the forms of spiffs and commission from Le Male's massive popularity in the area.)

The good news is that I like Le Male... but what about those who don't like it? Is it olfactory torture to those who don't like the torso-shaped bottle packaged in a tin can? Would they even rather sniff the jet blast from the planes at O'Hare Field than "the essence of modern masculinity"?









