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.