My Attempts at Style: Try 2

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Photo: Boripat

You know you need to start using a scented body product when your mother comments that you smell like armpits. Actually, she has hinted, implied, noted about my mammal scent on several occasions during the past decade, beginning since I was 14 if memory serves. However, being a rebellious nerdy teenager at the time, instead of going to the supermarket and buying a roll-on, I rolled my eyes, and shrugged the suggestion off with an “I’m French” attitude.

Nevertheless, when you’re 24 and your mother makes the same observation that she did ten years ago, you know she’s onto something. Which brings me to my search for a deodorant stick; not spray, I detest sprays, for they bring back unpleasant memories of high school locker rooms, wherein too many a times I felt I might just pass out from asphyxiation. Aerosols of horror!

Naturally, I started my search at the drugstore and supermarket, checking out the common offerings: Adidas, Axe, Nivea, etc. But those smells just didn’t agree with my snobby nose, and thus I started thinking about designer alternatives at the department store. As I was most familiar with the House of Dior that was my first stop. You see my mother loves J’adore by Dior, which, not coincidentally, is also the first fragrance I ever wore. Indeed, imagine a young boy with a violent curiosity, who on one day decides to spray some of his mother’s perfume on his t-shirt. Suffice it to say here, too much! Cough, cough.

Returning to the present. Another reason the Dior counter attracted my attention first was because from online research, Sauvage was pretty much unanimously praised. And it was indeed a very nice eau de toilette; but far too potent to wear on my person. Fortunately though, the brand also made a deodorant spray (no) and a deodorant stick (yes). With this in mind, I spent the next two days pondering on whether or not to purchase said stick; for the price was not Nivea cheap. Ultimately, giving into my good tastes, I bought a stick of Sauvage, and now use it daily on my armpits; not on my t-shirt, to be sure.