Besides having excellent taste in casual street wear, post-modern art, haiku poetry and fine wines (pass the Sangiovese, please); Spuds is also known for having an exceptional nose.
After a recent soiree at a piano bar where he wowed the crowd with his knowledge of Michael McDonald tunes (hey, TuPac had to sample someone); he found himself perusing the aisles of his local parfumerie. Swept into a whirlwind of sandlewood and gardenia with undertones of amber and a subtle rose water finish; Spuds indulged in one of the finer luxuries in life and walked away with a lovely reminder: stop and smell the roses.
He was also reminded of the power of scent and is currently experimenting with forgoing baths and avoiding sprinklers in order to harness his puppy pheromones. Hey, everyone has dry spells--even Spuds MacKenzie.
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