I found two near-empty bottles of Vernon’s cologne on Maki’s dresser. I’d put them aside in the hall closet when I did a big clear out last spring, but somehow he found them and brought them into his den along with a lot of his dad’s clothes and shoes (which happen to fit him right now.) I sprayed some on each arm and sit here smelling them, hoping the scent will jog some memories or attachments just out of reach.
I close my eyes and inhale the scent on my left arm. It reminds me of a vague someone. Why can’t it remind me of him?
I break into tears because it doesn’t even smell familiar to me. Did he stop wearing it a long time ago? Perhaps it just smells different on my female skin. Why can’t I remember?
The clothes we kept of his now all smell like fourteen-year old Maki. And the scents I remember most recently are nursing home smells, so pungent at first, but you get used to them pretty quickly. You have no choice.
This fragrance smells amazing. It’s MAN 2 by Comme des Garcons. Here’s the description I found online: “The fragrance of a craftsman, a man who loves his work and accepts nothing less than perfection, MAN mixes classic and unusual elements to express a distinctive, masculine, and powerful signature. The scent’s personality comes though a blend of complementary and contrasting hints of moss and wood. Fresh woody incense, white smoke, and saffron notes make way for a heart of essential nutmeg, bright kumquat, and mint. The dry down expresses the precision of the worker’s finishing touches with a trail of vetiver, exquisite mahogany, and leather.”
Maybe words can access my heart more than a scent because this description certainly triggers my memory. If Vernon were a scent, the description fits him very well, even down to the “craftsman, a man who loves his work and accepts nothing less than perfection.” I image he would agree. I believe it’s what he aspired to be.
The other arm now. This one is called Standard. It’s not as strong, but I can almost recall this on his skin a little more. Not completely, but I feel like my memory is stirred. I look up a description:
“An ideology which is more art than tech. Modernist white wood with notes of rusted metal. The overall effect, however, is unmistakably Comme des Garçons: a medicinal-woody scent, vibrant with the combustible, pencil-shaving fumes of cedar and a cold, almost incense-like effect. Highly diffusive, totally distinctive and as elegantly pared-down as Alvar Aalto’s iconic Mid-century Modern designs. You can’t get edgier than that.”
Pegged him again. I’m sure he’d like to be remembered like that as well. What a classy guy. He’s coming back to me now, I can remember him.
(I’ll spend the rest of the afternoon smelling the cologne on my left arm till it comes back to me too.)
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Smells last a long time. They remind us of a time that has past. Glad that Maki is wearing some of his clothes. Makes him proud. God is there whenever you need his help.
Becky
Thanks Becky! Maki finds ways to be close to his dad. I do it through words…he does it in other ways.
Classic, edgy, yes but it didn’t say kind. We loved the description. Nice to get a window of Internet here and find you.♡
yes, I’ve yet to smell a perfume that says “kind” except perhaps “tea rose” 🙂 Thank you for remembering him that way!
Gosh how strange you have written about his fragrance today .. as only yesterday i was remembering the time when Aaron and i came out to be with you all in the summer of 2013.. we went to that fragrance shop..and Vern spent ages talking to the perfumer and the guy made him up a fragrance just for him!!
Do you remember?? All those rows and rows of fragrances in glass bottles ..just like an old fashioned shop from about 100 years ago..i can see Vern now chatting away while we opened bottles and sat on those chairs near the window … happy memories
xx love you lots xx hope you find a “smell” that will take you back to many happy days xx
I remember that! Scent was very important to him. 🙂