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I’ve been thinking for a while about how to describe this issue. Please bear with me for the explanation.
Some number of years ago (probably 15-20), Mrs Tex was on a long pilot layover at a place with a huge new Galleria mall next to the hotel. She told me that there was this great store with nice men’s shaving stuff and asked me if I was interested. I had been shaving for years with a cheap brush and cheap shaving soap (in a mug) and told her no, I was happy with the way things were. She listened to me as usual, and bought me a set of shaving stuff anyway. The store is The Art of Shaving, and I was amazed at how nice the shaving cream and aftershave cream were, as well as the high-quality lather brush. I was sold on it and have used it ever since.
Here is the recent change. The scents they offered for years were, IIRC, unscented, lavender, and lemon. The lemon was a pleasant, mild scent so I happily settled on it. Recently I went to reorder and lemon is long gone. The scents offered are unscented (thankfully), coriander cardamom, olibanum pepper, bergamot neroli, lavender, and oud.
I guess it’s unscented for me, since I basically have no idea what the rest of these smell like (except the clearly unmanly lavender). Don’t these sound just like some skinny jean wearing millennial marketing drone dreamed them up?
When I was a grade-schooler in the ’60s my dad would take me for a haircut to Al Pelletier’s barber shop in a slightly dodgy part of downtown Portland. ME. Al was an old school barber: white smock with comb and scissors in the breast pocket and an unlit cigar in his mouth all the time. Every haircut ended up with that smelly hair tonic. I spent all my time waiting studying his set of dogs playing poker prints on the wall, which I thought were the coolest thing ever. I’m trying to imagine Al wrapping his mind around “oud”.
That dodgy part of Portland is now part of the renovated super expensive “Old Port” section of Portland. I’m sure the throngs of skinny jean wearing millennials know what “oud” and “olibanum pepper” are. I hate to be an old man yelling at clouds, but bring back stinky hair tonic. I’d rather smell Vitalis than oud. I think. If I knew what oud smelled like.Published in