A week or so ago, The Wall Street Journal ran a guy article on the ins and outs, the do’s and don’ts, of wearing cologne.
Crazy enough, the day before the Journal article came out, one of my favorite internet gent sites, A Suitable Wardrobe, discussed manly spring scents.
Then, to top it all off, right before the Fourth, another favorite, The Average Guy’s Guide to Style, devoted a column to the very same subject.
Something is in the air.
This is the deal. In my never ending quest to be fashion forward, hip, and groovy, I do my best to slavishly follow the advice offered by these cyber man-stylists. Off I go, in search of the most perfect bespoke suits, the most perfect bespoke shirts, the most perfect bespoke shoes, the most perfect bespoke hat, all accompanied by the most perfect accessories in socks, ties, pocket squares, braces, cufflinks, underwear, and cologne. This is the self-image I desire.
So of course I went out and bought a bottle of Creed Tabarone, which promised me “a sensual yet very masculine scent”, perfect for the Gentleman Farmer.
Only it didn’t work out that way. In the end, it’s the smell. Who would have thought, right? Cologne smells, which means I smell, and not in a good way either. No matter how I apply it, whether direct to the skin, wafted into the air, scented on the pocket square; it’s no good. I end up like this guy.
Slight programming note, I’ve added an audio player to share music, because, well, why not, just another insight into the mind of the Gentleman Farmer. Like everything in life, there are a few “technical” difficulties. Based on my experience, the player works well enough with Safari and Explorer, not so much with Firefox. Please enjoy my Recent Background Noise.