Over dinner with a few males the other night, we discussed scent -- and how important references can be. "They should make something that smells like whiskey and cigarettes," I chimed in. "Yes, and it would be called 'Regret,'" pointed out one of the astute gents. Good call.
Then I spent the rest of the weekend - without any regrets at all - watching my favorite whiskey and cigarette-scented character, Jimmy McNulty, run around Baldimore catching bad guys. You'd never want to see Jimmy's duds anywhere near a runway, but his slicker counterpart on that little show about 1960s advertising agencies surely would've inspired some alpha male appreciation from the fashion industry -- you'd think. No dice so far, though. Really barely anything from the men's collections is passing the I-wouldn't-hide-if-my-boyfriend-wore-this litmus test. Regrettably, I smell a vodka cranberry.