Listen up, folks: chicks dig Drakkar. What we suspected in middle school turns out to be true. How did I learn this?
My wife started sniffing my face. It took a while to figure out, but apparently my new aftershave smells just like what she still loves from her (clearly mis-spent) youth.
Not only have I spent the past few weeks living in an Axe ad, but it’s really nice after shave.
I’ve written about that very thing! Whenever I catch a whiff of Drakkar Noir I’m swept back to my highschool crush and I get a little weak in the knees. It’s not really a great scent but has such a powerful unique identification.
By: Joy on May 10, 2007
at 11:41 am