My previous entry of August 6th (see below) on the memory of the smell of the Toni perms still haunts me and my thought turned to bygone scents of my youth:
Evening in Paris-
On Mother’s Day I would buy my Mom the deluxe gift package of the perfume. It came in a lovely dark blue bottle and the had a big powder puff.
I remember my mother covering her face every night with it. “No more wire hangars!”
My Dad’s Father’s Day gift of cologne mixed with the smell of printing ink from his factory job.
Oops! I read this advertisement wrong and I rubbed it on the wrong spot once. Boy did it burn…
Another gift for Mom – she we take a bath with the Nate bath oils and rub the essence oil all over her body. She did something with white wine vinegar behind closed doors, which I could never figure out. When I asked her she said she was making a salad…
This was my mother’s other cologne. Remember Bobby Short singing the jingle?
I love the smell of burnt popcorn in the morning.
Cod Liver Oil-
I loved this set of men’s colognes in sexy, phalic little bottles each named after a country: England, Ireland, Germany, Sweden, France, Spain, Hong Kong, Italy & Brazil. My favorite was Italy with a Sorrento Lemon aroma.
Mimeograph Fluid & Airplane Glue-