Oh, The Money I've Spent To Preserve My Fresh Scent
So I had a mental minicrisis because I rediscovered the scent that I love above all other non-food scents. About four years ago I bought this cologne. Diesel Green Eau de Toilette Masculine.
This is old school. It was apparently introduced in 2001 (anyone remember the Diesel Green theme/campaign? With the ads of people in steamy jungles in bubble baths and sliming all up against each other, etc.? It was dirty and clean at the same time. Kind of like a recently-cleaned bathroom in Terra. But I digress.) Anyway, it's an increeeedible cologne that is minty and fresh and earthy and sweet and clove-y and quite sexy. A description on the Internet:
Introducing an oriental woody fragrance that contains mandarin lime vetiver & sandalwood. Definitely captures the modern essence of men. Defines a modern & sexy masculine scent.
Yeah that's about right. Well, I wore it out everywhere; it got stuck in boxes between school years, stuffed in the glove compartment of my Matrix for multiple consecutive sunny days, jostled in carryon and checked baggage, taken to Europe and back, and now I've almost run out. I actually started running low about a year ago and began reserving it for special occasions. Slowly the requisite importance of said occasions rose ever greatly until I was basically waiting for Queen Elizabeth to fly in for tea with me to justify spritzing the last few remaining drops out onto my chest. And at this point of desperation my little 30 ml bottle remains, with air bubbles filling the vaporizer tube. I have to tilt the base and shimmy it a little to even convince myself that there's any left. About 3 uses remain.
So the other day I noticed the smudged green bottle at the back of my shelf and took a whiff, and was bombarded with a torrent of joyous memories of my first forays into clubbing, of nervously directing aimless customers into fitting rooms at Guess?, at hope-laden first dates that I now realize weren't quite dates but more like mating rituals, and of trying to impress 2 ex boyfriends by excitedly micromanaging my own scent. And I laughed thinking of my first days at Stanford trying to seem really suave with a little spray of Diesel Green in the morning until I realized that the Stanford Freshman Uniform is facial hair, unbathedness, and a tightly-clutched IHUM book (for boys AND girls).
I HAD to get more.
Of course I had always been on the lookout to replenish the scent, what had become *my* scent. I had stupidly only bought the small size bottle that first time, thinking that I could always go and buy more. Unfortunately for me, over the years I would pop into Sephora or Macy's or whatever and they would never carry it. "Diesel Green? You mean Diesel Plus Masculine? We have that." Apparently it was discontinued somewhere around 2002. Nobody even knew what I was talking about. It was almost as bad a Twilight Zone episode as when Express was convinced they had NEVER manufactured 36-inseam jeans, which I ended up actually wearing to the store to see if it would make reality implode. I wanted to claw through my old hoarded Out magazines from my freshman year of high school to look for the glossy promos to prove to the concerned salespeople that I wasn't crazy.
Well a 1.5 hour-long search tonight yielded a ton of results for online stores selling it -- all out of stock. Except for a place in Australia, one in the UK selling it for £40, and a dubious little Amazon.com mini-store (read: old man in Petunia, Idaho spitting into old medicine bottles in the back of his van and mailing them off to gullible college students). Apparently it's on sale for $20 per 2.5 fl. oz bottle. Not bad.
So I bought two. Now I can smell like Nick again, and with some self-control, hopefully for a long while.
This is old school. It was apparently introduced in 2001 (anyone remember the Diesel Green theme/campaign? With the ads of people in steamy jungles in bubble baths and sliming all up against each other, etc.? It was dirty and clean at the same time. Kind of like a recently-cleaned bathroom in Terra. But I digress.) Anyway, it's an increeeedible cologne that is minty and fresh and earthy and sweet and clove-y and quite sexy. A description on the Internet:
Introducing an oriental woody fragrance that contains mandarin lime vetiver & sandalwood. Definitely captures the modern essence of men. Defines a modern & sexy masculine scent.
Yeah that's about right. Well, I wore it out everywhere; it got stuck in boxes between school years, stuffed in the glove compartment of my Matrix for multiple consecutive sunny days, jostled in carryon and checked baggage, taken to Europe and back, and now I've almost run out. I actually started running low about a year ago and began reserving it for special occasions. Slowly the requisite importance of said occasions rose ever greatly until I was basically waiting for Queen Elizabeth to fly in for tea with me to justify spritzing the last few remaining drops out onto my chest. And at this point of desperation my little 30 ml bottle remains, with air bubbles filling the vaporizer tube. I have to tilt the base and shimmy it a little to even convince myself that there's any left. About 3 uses remain.
So the other day I noticed the smudged green bottle at the back of my shelf and took a whiff, and was bombarded with a torrent of joyous memories of my first forays into clubbing, of nervously directing aimless customers into fitting rooms at Guess?, at hope-laden first dates that I now realize weren't quite dates but more like mating rituals, and of trying to impress 2 ex boyfriends by excitedly micromanaging my own scent. And I laughed thinking of my first days at Stanford trying to seem really suave with a little spray of Diesel Green in the morning until I realized that the Stanford Freshman Uniform is facial hair, unbathedness, and a tightly-clutched IHUM book (for boys AND girls).
I HAD to get more.
Of course I had always been on the lookout to replenish the scent, what had become *my* scent. I had stupidly only bought the small size bottle that first time, thinking that I could always go and buy more. Unfortunately for me, over the years I would pop into Sephora or Macy's or whatever and they would never carry it. "Diesel Green? You mean Diesel Plus Masculine? We have that." Apparently it was discontinued somewhere around 2002. Nobody even knew what I was talking about. It was almost as bad a Twilight Zone episode as when Express was convinced they had NEVER manufactured 36-inseam jeans, which I ended up actually wearing to the store to see if it would make reality implode. I wanted to claw through my old hoarded Out magazines from my freshman year of high school to look for the glossy promos to prove to the concerned salespeople that I wasn't crazy.
Well a 1.5 hour-long search tonight yielded a ton of results for online stores selling it -- all out of stock. Except for a place in Australia, one in the UK selling it for £40, and a dubious little Amazon.com mini-store (read: old man in Petunia, Idaho spitting into old medicine bottles in the back of his van and mailing them off to gullible college students). Apparently it's on sale for $20 per 2.5 fl. oz bottle. Not bad.
So I bought two. Now I can smell like Nick again, and with some self-control, hopefully for a long while.