I dashed out this afternoon for some dinner (i.e. Hagen Dazs, since I'm still doing the post-dental work soft food diet) and the Times. When I picked up the paper, I was reminded of the smell of newspaper. I was a paperboy as a kid, I even lied about my age so I could start a route a year early. So there's something inherently magical about the paper and ink scent.
Why doesn't someone do a men's fragrance with a newspaper base? It could save the journalism industry!
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