Like many men, I didn’t see my father much growing up.
After my parents divorced, he stayed in California and we moved east to Texas when I was about 5.
Interestingly, the earliest and most powerful memories I have of him are not the trips to Disneyland, the summer drives from Midland to Los Angeles, or that year we spent in Buffalo, Wyoming.
Instead – what I remember vividly is the smell of his aftershave.
It wasn’t anything fancy – he used Old Spice – but to this day that smell can transport me back to a time when life wasn’t about work & responsibility.
That is the power of fragrance.