Hello, ladies.
It's that time of year again. The time when the Powers That Be (greeting card companies, probably) decree that you must take a few minutes to honour the men who helped give you (or, if they're too young to do it themselves, your offspring) life.
That's right, it's Father's Day. And while there's no shortage of practical guides to gift giving out there, they tend to miss one crucial ingredient.
Olfactory delights.
That's right, ladies. If you want this Father's Day to be truly memorable, appeal to the manliest of senses—the sense of smell—with one of these can't-miss scents.
Ah yes, cedar. Is there a more perfect scent to connect man to a nature he likely spends little to no time in? The smell of cedar makes men harken back to a simpler time, when commuting meant hoisting your birch bark canoe above your head and portaging your way inland in search of pelts and fur. It reminds us of a voyageur past we didn't actually experience, yet still long to (re?)discover. And while a dab of cedar oil in your man's dresser drawers may seem like a subtle yet considerate touch, I recommend going all out and lining his drawers with full boughs. You can't have too much cedar.
"Hey wait, Boughner, are you just going to fill this list with types of wood?" Fear not, rhetorical voice I just made up. While that would (heh) probably serve the purposes of this list (after all, what man doesn't love wood?)(heh), this time I'm talking specifically about maple syrup. Maple syrup is the bacon of condiments. It literally makes everything better. Long considered only a pancake accoutrement, maple syrup has seen a renaissance of sorts recently, finding its way into everything from beer to . . . well, bacon. And probably more stuff, too. But I've got a maple porter sitting in my fridge, so I gotta wrap this post up quickly. But seriously, the only thing that rivals the taste of maple is the smell. So dab a little syrup behind your ears and watch your man become giddy with delight. Or at least develop a mad craving for pancakes.
Yea, I know, wood again. Or at least a wood byproduct. But I'm telling you, gentle reader, men love the smell of sawdust. Whether they're standing proudly over the latest woodworking creation or, more likely, standing in awe at the cutting station at the back of their local building supply store, wishing they too could fit a giant bandsaw in their single-car townhouse garage, sawdust reminds us of the time when we built things by hand to last a lifetime or two. We don't do it anymore, mind you, but it's nice to pretend. So, sprinkle a little sawdust around your abode. But not too much. It's highly combustible when packed tight and moderately carcinogenic if inhaled.
Is there anything more delightfully suburban than the smell of freshly cut grass? And given that this is one activity we still actually do on a regular basis, it's something we men can connect to. Fresh cut grass smells like a job well done. It smells like taking care of our own. Sure, it smells like 30 year mortgages and the occasional patch of dog-pee-burned turf. But it's OUR 30 year mortgage and patch of dog-pee-burned turf, damn it. Note: this smells even better when we aren't actually the ones doing the mowing. Hint. Hint.
Pft, whatever, judge me all you want. Lilacs smell fucking good, man.
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