Dad hinted that he was out of cologne a week before Father’s Day. At the perfume counter I requested 10 different colognes to sniff. I finally settled on Seduction in Black by Antonio Banderas. I thought it smelled like spicy sweet woods. The official description says “Oriental notes of amber are mixed with warm, woody accords in a very juicy and spicy way, along with fresh and sensual notes. Top notes include luminous sparkles of bergamot with tart zests of black currant. A heart of the masculine fragrance Seduction in Black is filled with fiery spicy notes: coriander, cardamom, and nutmeg, while a base hides woody notes of cedar, Tonka, amber and musk.”
I know Dad well and I knew he would like this particular scent, but the whole theme surrounding this cologne is completely not my dad, which Mom and I found quite comical. Right before opening his new scent, Dad had been working outside in the yard and was extremely sweaty. He wore old jeans and a white t-shirt with grass stains and random holes. He sat at the kitchen table with a cold beer. He began to unwrap the present, pausing briefly to take a swig of beer and let out a powerful belch. I half expected him to honk out an equally impressive fart shortly afterwards. There, sitting before him, was a glossy black box with Seduction in Black scrolled across the front and a lovely black and white photo of Antonio on the back, looking sensuous in his black button-down shirt which was partially unbuttoned at the top to reveal his hairy chest.
My dad smirked. Mom started snickering. “Go ahead, give it a whiff,” I suggested, grinning all the while.
“Yeah, seduce me!” Mom commanded.
He spritzed some onto his arm. “Are you enjoying the luminous sparkles of bergamot with tart zests of black currant?” I asked sweetly.
He chuckled, his grey-blue eyes meeting my gaze. “I like it.” My dad is known for his brutal honesty and intense criticism so this was a job well done on my part. Mom also gave it a thumbs up.
Meanwhile, Mom tried to imagine him on a black horse riding through some misty woods, all sexy and mysterious. She snorted. You see, my Dad is all about working outside in the dirt, fixing cars, getting greasy, sweaty, and being totally goofy all the time. You will rarely see him dressed up and trying to be seriously “sexy.” He does clean up quite well. He’s even reminiscent of Antonio because he has black, rather wavy hair and a darker complexion. If he lost some weight then he’d give Antonio a run for his money.
“Dad smells like…Antonio….Banderas,” I whispered in a seductive Spanish voice.
Years ago I worked at a local drugstore behind the perfume counter. It was around that time that Antonio came out with a new cologne and we had all these marketing materials to use. We had to play this silly video advertising the cologne. Every time someone bought a box we were supposed to give them a free hat. It was a black baseball cap with his signature in white across the front. I wish I still had my hat because it was a real conversation starter. Someone would look at it, squint, and say, “So, uh…you must be his number one fan.” And I would wiggle my eyebrows and do my Spanish whisper: “Antonio….Banderas!” Rocking that hat helped me sell more cologne. I wish Antonio could have seen me wearing it.
What cologne or perfume are you wearing at the moment, if any?