This is the cologne I wear at weddings, date nights, and special functions (bring on the beer pong!). Definitely one to wear during the day.Įvery time I wear Abercrombie & Fitch Fierce, everyone comments on how good I smell. Yes, it’s that kind of cologne: The dirty bastard/wayward son/black sheep, dare I say, ‘Upscale trailer trash’? Why yes – Yes I can, as it has this wonderful freshness of citrus and musky evening sandalwood that combine to make this the cologne very intriguing that I splash on when running errands to Target, Kohls, or grocery shopping. It has this Jekyll & Hyde vibe of being very sophisticated, but you could also smell it on some red neck at a pig wrestling tournament. It’s right there on the borderline of Axe body spray (yikes!) and ‘Eternity’ (for men) by Paco Roban. There’s something about Commando cologne I can’t quite put my finger on. That’s how Hugo Boss and I became good friends (after paying for a shot of Jack Daniels), and my go-to fragrance to splash on at work. Me: “Yes, it’s what you were meant to do. Sara: “So you want me to be the creeper?”. NO! That guy who just passed us – Go and ask him what cologne he’s wearing”. I turned to my friend, Sara, and said: “Did you smell that?”. I was out at a sports bar many many years ago and this guy walked by me to get to the bar. And the legend is true – It really does smell different for each individual who wears it while still keeping its bad-self ‘old man smell’ intact. Polo = old men on golf carts and shitting themselves in nursing homes, but I love it, and wear it every Friday to enjoy its woodsy aroma of burning pinewood, tobacco, and fern – Absolutely wonderful. Polo has become the ‘old man’s smell’ for the generation, but you have to admit, it smells fucking amazing and wonderful, and as much as I want to dispel the myth it’s an ‘old mans’ cologne, I can’t – It’s notorious for it. I know, I know, Polo (classic) is very old school, but hear me out. Well, the night came and went, and I ended up coming home with no telephone numbers and no stories of love conquest…but I smelled great!Īs a grown man today, I have gone through several colognes that I’ve either kept or tossed, so here are the ones I’ve dwindled down over the years to my top six favorites: He gave me a few squirts of ‘Aramis’, and I was instantly transformed into a Greek alpha male god that could woo the stars from the night sky and procreate at the drop of a hat (in my adolescent mind anyway). I asked my sister’s boyfriend if I could use what he had as he always smelt so ‘masculine’. Besides being skinny, spotty, and wearing braces on my teeth, it seemed cologne was my only weapon of possibly flirting with the opposite sex. I was going to an after-school event and I wanted to impress the girls. I wore my first splash of cologne when I was 15 years old, and I thought I was the bees-knees.
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