Dad - many might remember their own father when thinking of Aramis.
Every morning, when he sat down at the breakfast table after showering, there was that scent. Unmistakable, the Dad scent. It went well with the suit.
After breakfast, he often drove me to school in the nautical blue W126, which always had a slight scent of Aramis.
My sister and I liked to make fun of the fragrance. We didn’t know what was good, and my first perfume was still many years away.
Today, I occasionally need a bit of deceleration from everyday life. Then the day looks like this - two spritzes of Aramis, Hogan instead of Ludwig Reiter, and the beard comb in the classic leather case for the W126.
And Dad? He now has breakfast whenever he wants and wears Fahrenheit. :-)