While having drinks with my friend Laurel May, the talk turned to all-time favorite fragrances. Laurel gushed about the original Polo scent, and her devotion was so profound, I asked her to share the magic behind this masculine, woody classic.
Here's Laurel, in all her green glory...
It’s commonly known that a scent can instantly transport a person back through time and space. In my case, the fragrance of orange blossoms carries me right back, instantly, to the warm nights of my childhood in Scottsdale, Arizona. For me (and apparently, many other women of my generation) there is one pungent odor, which is so completely evocative of a certain place and time, an odor so powerful, it renders the female sniffer speechless, knock-kneed, light-headed - and may I be frank? Well, I’ll just say it: horny. What is this amazing love potion, you ask?
Perhaps it was the timing. True, when Polo hit the shelves, and took the country by storm, my peers and I were certainly awash in hormones. It also couldn’t have hurt that EVERY male on the planet was generously dousing himself with the odiferous liquid. (In the 1980’s, bear in mind, the motto was "the more, the better" and that certainly went for fragrance. Opium or Poison … ladies? Can you imagine wearing either scent now?) Whatever the cause, nowadays, a single whiff of that musky, leathery nectar of the Gods and … well, let’s just say I recently followed a centenarian on a walker through a shopping mall for over 20 minutes, just to bask in his scent trail.
It’s not just me, ask any Gen X female.
Kathryn, a realtor in her 30’s, puts it this way, "That smell has been burned into my senses forever. The wearer was a dangerous boy, whom I would spend the rest of junior year flirting with. Although my love for him only lasted one semester of high school, the "idea" of him has lasted a lifetime.
For my friend Jennifer, it’s pure nostalgia, "Has there ever been anything sexier than a clove-smokin’, pegged-pants wearin’, new-wave-listenin’ dude wearing Polo cologne? Has there?! I mean, really?"
For you now grown-up ‘80’s girls, let the green genie out of the bottle and take a trip down memory lane. Do a Bloomingdale’s-style ninja spray attack on your guy when he least expects it. It’s gonna reek, but in the end, I guarantee, your man will thank you.
Are there any other original Polo fanatics out there?
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mmmm..Reminds of some really good times, May take up your spary tip to bring the old memories back.
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Who is this Laurel May? She is a HOOT! I wish she could have her own blog. I would read it religiously.
I grew up in Arizona, too. Any guy that walks around smelling of original POLO floats and rocks my boat :0)
ahh the scent of polo...takes me way back...to the days of t-shirts under blazers, big hair and good times. bravo!
Definitely takes me back to the eighties and lots of fun. Now try Burberry London for the updated smell and just try to resist. (I sprayed Polo in my purse in high school so I could smell it all the time.)
grew up in the 80's? noooo, in fact, i have yet to see a real 8-track tape or 8-track player that my older siblings still joke about today (is there really such a thing or are they just pulling my leg)?
however, this past christmas, i totally bought my dad a bottle of the green polo cologne, because it smells great.
i'd rather not refer to the scent as making me horny (after all, i got it for my father) if i step outside the family box for a second, i will admit, i can understand this wondermous scent having a dramatic effect on your hormones..
i think i'll post this as anonymous, just because of the uneasy way it felt to write the words "dad" and "horny" in one paragraph.
kudos to the "green" polo... i wonder is there any relationship to the "green" m&ms and their claim to fame with horniness?
GO GREEN! (and not the environmental way, if ya know what i mean)
Passionate and provocative, this
woman understands what primal urge is all about...just don't get her started on other soon-to-be-hot 80's icons like Wild Turkey or Randy "the Macho Man" Savage. Bravo Laurel May, whoever you are...I eagerly await your next delicious blog.
I think Laurel May is the most entertaining blogger, she should just write a book of her random rants of her pleasure and pet peeves. I would love it. How can I find this mysterious Laurel May?
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