I don't recall which ones my son wore, but I haven't encountered anyone who smelled good wearing Axe. I don't know if I ever smelled the voodoo version.
I did know one man who wore old Spice well, but most guys who wear it smell like old men. lol
It sounds like your was really someone special. I don't typically miss someone after it's all said and done. I appreciate the experience and the good memories, but when it's over I'm done. The only person I ever miss died...he died over 20 years ago, and I still miss him and even dream about him sometimes (it's weird).
We were for the most part what you would consider married...just not with signed papers and the like.
He was really good to me and I was just too sick at that time to be in a relationship that I could be healthy in.
But he's gone and it is what it is. It really only comes over me when something triggers it.
Like Prince
Or DCD..
Or axe
or South Park
A lot of the things that were so him I let fall from my life. Most especially right after the breakup. There was a restaurant he was really excited to try that we never went to. I never went to it after we were done because all the association with it was with him.
I dream about him from time to time. In fact, I had a dream that he was moving and I sent him an email detailing the dream and he replied rather quickly. I knew as soon as I heard the mail come through with out opening it what it was going to say.
I can't remember how long we had been broken up at that point but it had to have been some time by then.
And even though I knew exactly what was in that email, down to the exact location he was leaving for, it opened something that had been healing, or trying to heal for...since we had broken up.
I knew then that I would never get over him. I wear a black sun tattoo on my right ankle in his honor. It was weird how that came about and I'll skip the detail...but it left me with chicken skin and when the original conversation regarding the tattoo came about I could see his reaction was a strong one.
I got it done to mark our 6 month aniversary of our final break up.
It was just so weird...because I got the tattoo and he knocked on my door the right after that..after not speaking to me for six months wanting to know how I was and if we could try again.
We had something. That was...more than what you see on the surface.
That's how he was though.
Strange and enigma like and just uncanny...
*sigh*