My Polo Green Friend
Misadventures in vintage cologne hunting
I can recall three very distinct scent combinations from my childhood that I likely won’t ever smell again.
The “Old-Style beer, cigarettes, and wax” smell of a Chicagoland bowling alley from my childhood.
The mix of leather and diesel from a 1983 Mercedes-Benz 300D as I sip a hot chocolate on my way to school.
Polo cologne. Specifically Polo cologne and…
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