Olfactory and the Moustache
There were several people that inspired me towards this bearded adventure, one of them is a good friend known here as Grifter. I want to re-share his early post regarding the moustache.
as i regrow the obligatory winter stache, i am reminded that moustaches are like snowflakes–no two are exactly alike. the other glorious fact about the uniqueness of a moustache is that no two moustaches have the same smell.
“smell?” you might say.
“smell,” i would respond.
of the 5 moustaches i have grown in my life, each has had its own distinct scent, its subtle waft, a threshold essence, if you must (‘must’ a very much intended pun). like the discernment of hops or grapes by libations experts, detecting the smell-stamp of your moustache is a high art.
some of my moustache smell detections:
-The softly musty Houndstooth jacket (with leather professor elbow patches) that somehow wandered into your parent’s hall closet–and will remain there forever.
-The frayed strands of an aged jute rope, most likely used to tow something that smelled slightly of freshly cut teak.
-A brown paper lunch bag factory (i’d imagine)
-A bark plant, aflame
And the smell of this winter’s moustache (so far my least favorite of all, and a scent that has me “perfuming” my moustache daily):
-Goretex gloves, put away wet in the spring, pulled back out for a snowball fight (very earthy with a hint of wool)
Used by permission from Grifter: http://www.flimshaw.org/2008/12/olfactory-and-moustache.html