Sweet Memories

I know I'm supposed to be hard at work here on this New Years Eve. But there's nothing really going on so I'm actually watching the Brut Sunbowl. Who knew there was still such a thing?

I'm talking about the cologne, not the college football game. Brut used to be that really cheap stuff we bought Dad for Christmas from the drug store. He never wore it and we had the nerve to be mad about it. I thought perhaps it had (mercifully) gone the way of all flesh.

You see, back in the day, Brut was just a step above that O.G. (as in Original Gangsta) manly smell known as Aqua Velva--as in "There's something about an Aqua Velva Man." Pete Rose was an "Aqua Velva Man." Need I say more?

If you really wanted to impress the ladies you might learn to whistle that Old Spice tune or master that Hai Karate, but the true ladies man went straight for the English Leather. They had a great line. "All my men wear English Leather, or they wear nothing at all." Oooh. Sexy. At least it felt all risque back in 1973. English Leather actually smelled pretty good. But it was strong. Use too much and your date might suffocate before you could roll down the windows on your Cordoba.

Back in the day when you could have 5 or 6 different bottles of cologne on your dresser for a total of about 20 bucks, Brut (by Faberge--Ha!) definitely moved to the back of the stack. But now they're sponsoring a bowl game. Who'd a thunk it? Maybe I'll have to give it another chance. But I won't have to buy it. Hey, Dad, you gonna use that....?