In my last post I might have dissed Axe. But there is one smell, one special cheap, butch, terrible smell that I adore. It is the green bottle of Swedish brand Dubbeldusch. You remember it from high school.

It is almost erotic; vague memories of unanswered desire in an industrial area outside Stockholm. I was 15 and the object of my desire was this bloke, a few years my senior, that I worked with one summer. We stayed together in a small house off the permisses. At night, I used to brush my teeth when he was in the shower. Through the steamy glass in the shower; his naked body, the green bottle. The smell. That awful smell.