Scents of Adventure

Are you ready to go on a journey to find the fragrance that’s just for you?

- Chris Rovzar

About a month ago, I did a cologne purge. I wear fragrance every day and consider it a treat, but I’d noticed that a few of the dozen or so bottles in my collection had grown seriously dusty. So I retested them, reminding myself what the unused ones smelled like and noting how my taste has evolved.

I realized I had to toss the classics: CK One, Burberry Brit, John Varvatos, and Bang by Marc Jacobs. Like Acqua di Giò and Drakkar Noir before them, these were mass colognes marketed to boys who wanted desperately to smell like men— or at least an imaginary, magazine version of a man.

They all represented a precise moment in time for me: I had just hit my teenage years when CK One reigned supreme, and I graduated college the year Burberry Brit premiered. Back then, I wore fragrances to try to fit in. All the guys my age wore them, and I—not wanting to stick out for being a dork or being gay—did, too. Assimilation by odor, I guess.