I should preface this by saying that my wife has been averse to cologne and similar scents for years, and it seems that synthetic fragrances particularly give her problems. It hasn't been an issue for most of the 31 years we've been married as I've had allergies/sensitivities/hayfever type inconveniences, and didn't use them either. But now that I started taking Allegra not only am I more tolerant of unavoidable environmental airbornes, I can finally enjoy scents again. I only started a couple of months ago but I have always had a sensitive nose (perhaps part of the original problem), and I have greatly enjoyed lately not needing to avoid fresh flowers, new-mown grass, etc. or personal scent products. So, I've been trying samples of this and that about as fast as I can get at them.
And I hit an impasse right off. My wife simply could not tolerate any of the things that smelled good to me. Tabac bugged her so badly that I tossed the whole bottle in front of her to assure her that it was gone (a mistake, but before I found this place where I could have found it a new owner). Try as I might, though, and especially seeking scents that should be light and short lived, they all bothered her. I suppose I've been scent-starved so long that I liked nearly all of them a little, and it was frustrating that we could find no common ground. But I love her (insert Ron White snigger here).
Tonight after a shower I picked up my tiny sample vial of Trumper's Skye and instead of just touching the little dabber to my cheek as I've been doing, I went for broke and poured the whole thing into a palm and smeared it on my cheeks and neck. I'd done a really bad job of shaving with a fresh Red Personna and the Fatboy cranked up to 11 and skint myself a bit, and didn't want to use both an A/S and scent. I figured that she'd complain but after a long hot day of cutting brush and fighting sun (I'm scorched) and gnats I was in a less than considerate mood. The neighbors all have dogs and cats that very considerately don't foul their own yards, and after wading into hidden messes with a high-speed big-string weedeater all day long, I wanted to smell something nice and smell it loud. I was a bit disappointed that after applying the Skye I squinted to find it was an EdT, I was hoping for something more in the Hai Karate strength as long as it smelled like something other that Gravy Train or Tuna Casserole, run once through the beast.
And ... she loved it. The Skye, that is. She came over to give me hug after my shower and said "Wow, you smell great!". This is a milestone for us, considering that we have both been stymied when it comes to EdT's etc., in fact I warned her that I was "stinky". The odd thing is that I just grabbed it from the samples, it would never have been my first choice (of course, I'm a Lime fanatic, which is good because it's one of the few things that hasn't set her nose to dripping).
Just gibbering because I finally see some daylight in one of the simple pleasures of life I'd long forgone and nearly forgotten, but also as a reminder that despite the fact that all of us here know it, it's far too easy to forget just how drastically that our individual body chemistry affects scent products when applied. I've always been an outdoorsy type both by trade and/or recreation and gravitated toward no scent or the "woodsy" type things, and never considered one of the lighter more cosmopolitan scents like I perceive Skye to be - nor had she.
Now maybe she'll buy me some sex-ay designer jeans and a $200 french-cuff shirt so I can "pop" the collar and pretend I own no cufflinks. (nyuck, nyuck, look, I'm a TV vampire!).
Well, anyway, it was a real-world refresher in how assumptions come back to you, at least this time the revisit was pleasant.
And I hit an impasse right off. My wife simply could not tolerate any of the things that smelled good to me. Tabac bugged her so badly that I tossed the whole bottle in front of her to assure her that it was gone (a mistake, but before I found this place where I could have found it a new owner). Try as I might, though, and especially seeking scents that should be light and short lived, they all bothered her. I suppose I've been scent-starved so long that I liked nearly all of them a little, and it was frustrating that we could find no common ground. But I love her (insert Ron White snigger here).
Tonight after a shower I picked up my tiny sample vial of Trumper's Skye and instead of just touching the little dabber to my cheek as I've been doing, I went for broke and poured the whole thing into a palm and smeared it on my cheeks and neck. I'd done a really bad job of shaving with a fresh Red Personna and the Fatboy cranked up to 11 and skint myself a bit, and didn't want to use both an A/S and scent. I figured that she'd complain but after a long hot day of cutting brush and fighting sun (I'm scorched) and gnats I was in a less than considerate mood. The neighbors all have dogs and cats that very considerately don't foul their own yards, and after wading into hidden messes with a high-speed big-string weedeater all day long, I wanted to smell something nice and smell it loud. I was a bit disappointed that after applying the Skye I squinted to find it was an EdT, I was hoping for something more in the Hai Karate strength as long as it smelled like something other that Gravy Train or Tuna Casserole, run once through the beast.
And ... she loved it. The Skye, that is. She came over to give me hug after my shower and said "Wow, you smell great!". This is a milestone for us, considering that we have both been stymied when it comes to EdT's etc., in fact I warned her that I was "stinky". The odd thing is that I just grabbed it from the samples, it would never have been my first choice (of course, I'm a Lime fanatic, which is good because it's one of the few things that hasn't set her nose to dripping).
Just gibbering because I finally see some daylight in one of the simple pleasures of life I'd long forgone and nearly forgotten, but also as a reminder that despite the fact that all of us here know it, it's far too easy to forget just how drastically that our individual body chemistry affects scent products when applied. I've always been an outdoorsy type both by trade and/or recreation and gravitated toward no scent or the "woodsy" type things, and never considered one of the lighter more cosmopolitan scents like I perceive Skye to be - nor had she.
Now maybe she'll buy me some sex-ay designer jeans and a $200 french-cuff shirt so I can "pop" the collar and pretend I own no cufflinks. (nyuck, nyuck, look, I'm a TV vampire!).
Well, anyway, it was a real-world refresher in how assumptions come back to you, at least this time the revisit was pleasant.
