Good points, Jason. Individual preferences on scents are subjective, and that makes for some interesting conversations. At the end of the day, I believe everyone should proudly use what they enjoy. Good-natured ribbing is just what friends do. Nothing more, nothing less.
I'm sure the back of my neck got doused with Clubman often by the barber when I was a kid. My Dad always let me pick the barber (as long as he charged $2 or less), the frequency (as long as I went as often as my Dad), the length (as long as no hair touched my ears), and whether to taper or block the hair in back (as long as I chose tapered). Now that I think of it, I'm sure everyone in those shops bathed in Clubman. When I was old enough to start paying for my own haircuts ($4 a pop), the barbers became stylists, there were girls in the place, classic rock blasted from the speakers, the hair got longer, the ears disappeared, and everyone used a blow dryer to finish up a good style. Interestingly, the shop I frequented was called the Lyon's Den, and nary a drop of Clubman ever passed through the door.
The first time I really noticed Clubman was on a sink top in the guy's bathroom at local club back when I had more hair and less sense. I never used it, but I assume it was there to keep the guys all freshened up for the gals that would later begin their careers at Piggly Wiggly. Little did I realize then that I was the opening act for
@Paul Turner.
I supplied enough detail here to give you guys six months' worth of background ribbing material on yours truly.
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