urbanruralferal

I love reading the reviews for this one.

What a wierd smell. It isn't a good smell, but it fascinates me.

wet and especially during the drydown, I kept thinking of Fagin. this is the smell of a moderately malevolent acrid old dandy. You would move to the other side of the room to get away from him, unless he had some bauble or pretty silk to keep your attention, God help you. >shudder<

once it was dry, the association changed completely. It became hand cleaner. Specifically, the hand cleaner that was used at my father's old leather shop. I have vivid memories of the bathroom there, and my fascination with that hand cleaner smell. call me a freak, whatever.

My husband smelled it and said two words, motor oil.

Oh, and I could not scrub it off.

I can't bring myself try it again, although I want to. And then I thought, what about a room scent? Yeah, maybe for an industrial bathroom.

It stays in my imp box despite my purgey tendencies...

 

 

ETA: When I tried this, I did have mullein flowering in the backyard, so I had to sniff it. It is definitely in there!

first of all, when I put this on, I was taken back immediately to my senior year in high school when I made out for a really long time with a boy who was wearing polo. You know, Ralph Lauren Polo.
I tell you that is what this smells like to me, which is a good thing. I love that smell, but...
I cannot quite picture myself wearing it regularly.
However as the hours go by, and Scarecrow stays with me, I keep getting pulled back to my wrist, sniff sniff. sniff sniff. There is something so familiar about it, something beyond the original association. At first I was thinking it was Vetiver, but it isn't, it may be oakmoss, which my husband used to wear.
I told my daughter that it was the smell of a warm wind blowing over a summer field of dry grass full of stoned, sleepy hippies. then I realized I am the hippie...
so, yeah, to keep? Or not too keep? I don't know, and I don't care. I think I will just keep flirting with this one.