Whether they wore a suit and tie or overalls they were our heroes. We waited for their return each night, or watched them get ready for a night on the town. Snapshots of their scents …we close our eyes and they are with us, and even a grown man feels very small. The aroma of starched shirts, a Cuban cigar, the smell of hay fields and the unforgettable aroma of Old Spice wafts our way. Close your eyes. Daddy’s home.
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What can I say about my father? He was insanely funny. Intense, direct, and possibly the most charismatic person I have ever met. He was known in his day as “a mans man”, a description that fit him well. To my recollection the only scent he ever wore was Jade East Cologne. It wasn’t the fanciest thing around, yet on him it smelled like a million bucks. – Liz Zorn, Perfumer and Owner of Soivohle
Painting: Hans Hoffman
My Dad isn't a big scent wearing guy yet he smelled of tonka bean absolute. I didn't know about tonka bean then, but now it's unmistakable: that sweet ferny-hay like scent, all warm, musky and slightly mossy, too. Maybe it was growing up in the country with the smell of hay fields all summer long and hanging out with my Dad in the back yard that marks that scent in my psyche. His warmth and down to earth sweetness perfectly matches his scent – Dawn Spencer Hurwitz, Perfumer, Owner of Parfums Des Beaux Arts (and now Dawn has a blogl!!!! http://dshnotebook.wordpress.com/
Photo: Courtesy of Joanne Bassett
My father Donald Bassett was a very special man. He used Old Spice after shave lotion – the original with bay rum and witch hazel. He never wore a fragrance. For Father's Day he would receive new colognes. He would put them on for us that day and never again. – JoAnne Bassett, Fragrance Therapist™ – Master Natural Perfumer and Founder of JoAnne Bassett
Old Spice will always hold the scent of the father for me. I can see my own father now, dressed to the nines in a dark suit and tie, getting ready to accompany my mother to dinner or a dance party, redolent of this woodsy, musky fragrance. I smelled him long after they had left and still smell him now whenever Old Spice wafts my way- Marlene Goldsmith, Contributing Editor, CaFleureBon
Canciones de Mi Padre ("My Father's Songs”)
My father is a Cuban American.
He would leave very early in the morning and arrive home almost always at the same time in the evening.
I distinctly remember my father relaxing after work.
Jacket and tie removed and set aside on a chair.
A light musk and sweat from an intense work day through a starched dress shirt.
The light scent of leather wafting from his size 13 Allen Edmond shoes beside him.
The distinctly wonderful scent of a Romeo Y Julieta cigar in the summer nights' air.
And the mint that he would grow in pots around the patio
Chad Murawczyk– Founder & CEO of MiN New York