5.0
3 Ratings
7 months ago
My father wore Aramis. He was the women's clothing buyer at Nieman Marcus on Dallas when I was a kid. Hugging him when he got home was magic. He smelled like Aramis, tobacco and new clothes. Best smell memory I have.
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