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09-03-2012, 07:17 PM #1
A Proraso Moment
Tried Proraso Green this morning. Every time I've ordered from SRD for the last year I've intended to order Proraso and finally I actually remembered it. I think from other descriptions that it is the new formula, and I really like its performance. Nice lather, don't have to use a lot of the cream, and the cooling menthol is a nice change. But, the smell gave me one of those deja vu moments. Some things conjure thoughts of days gone by, and this was one of those. In my minds eye, I could see myself almost 50 years ago, 1965, in San Diego, MCRD, (Marine Corps Recruit Depot) - Boot Camp. Living in quonset huts with no plumbing and having to use a central concrete/adobe building with open showers, and individual sinks lining the walls with open plumbing and each a mirror. Add to that a Drill Instructor standing at the door clutching his swagger stick in both hands as if ready to strike, and his campaign hat pulled down to where those steely eyes peered just under the brim and burned holes in you if you attracted his attention. And as we poured in and out of the door all trying to get through it at the same time and not catch the gaze of the DI who roared obscenities and challenged every poor soul who dared to look at him and then trying to shave in a time that would be an Olympic record and knowing it could never be fast enough, you cringed at having to again make the dreaded exit through that little door and under the gaze of Godzilla in uniform. The old double edged gillette had zinged across your face and weepers would draw attention but you tried to make the perfect shave just in case you happened to be the one poor Marine who got the dreaded shave inspection. Oh well, those were the good old days!! I truly remember them fondly, but what a time for a 19 year old from a small Oklahoma town who had never been away from home. We didn't have Proraso, but what ever we used, it smells the same and gosh, what a flood of memories it caused.
My DI whispering -
Best Regards,
Howard