There's a lady in my office that you can smell that she had walked by, for minutes afterwards.

Fried Mac & Cheese looks especially disgusting.

Allyson is me with the Drakkar and the CKOne. NOT the fried mac and cheese, which is YUM.

I actually got in the elevator the other day after someone who was wearing way too much CKOne, and had a total flashback.

I have a female friend who was obsessed with the Gaultier for Men. I can't remember if she actually wore it, or just sprayed it on her scarf, though.

Oh, yes. My unrequited love from 7th & 8th grades (I was nothing if not persistent.) wore Polo. Ah sweet halcyon days of romantic idealism.

In those days I wore Poison, too. And later, Fendi. And a lot of makeup, including a lovely shiny purple eyeshadow applied in crayon form. It's no wonder it was unrequited, in retrospect.

About a year later, I got over all of it and never wore makeup again, except for "functions" and the like.

That KFC thing looks like it would be both disgusting and delicious. And I don't even want to contemplate how bad it is for you.

Also, now I want something salty and possibly also sweet for dinner, and I have "London Bridge" back in my head.

Thanks a lot, people.

I wear either Origins Ginger Essence [link] or Vera Wang [link] The Vera Wang I got when I went to see Ellen Degeneres and it's more girly than I usually wear, but it doesn't trigger a migraine, I get lots of compliments on it and it was free.

I like a subtle perfume to spray on right before I sail out the door. It makes me feel grown up and sophisticated.

Worse than Chaps was Brut.

Brut was my brother's cologne of choice. My dad just stuck with Old Spice aftershave.

Mom's a big fan of most perfumes from Estee Lauder (it changes every few years), and I went through phases--Charlie before I turned 16, a few others in the latter part of high school and college, then Red Door after college. But, after I got laid off my first job, I took a very short-lived job selling knockoff perfume door-to-door, and have not bought perfume since.

I wish I could remember the other men's cologne that makes my knees buckle, due to youthful whatever. It's weird, because I wasn't really into the guy, but the cologne still kills me. Drakkar makes sense, because both my first boyfriend and my serious college boyfriend wore it.

There's a lady in my office that you can smell that she had walked by, for minutes afterwards.

There are two major offenders here, both guys. And one of them walks around all the time. And his cologne gives me a headache. So much fun. The other one I think uses it to try to mask the fact he smokes, and the combo is just awful.