Drakkar Noir was still going strong in 1991. Man that stuff stunk, but no where near as badly as the Axe Body Spray!
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My brother wore Drakkar Noir I think through is graduation in 1993.
I stopped wearing Drakkar Noir in '90, I think.
Jason still wears Paco Rabanne, which seems to date from that era, too.
I usually default to Ivory soap and Sure deodorant rather than relying on cologne, but on occasions when I felt compelled to use the latter I started out with Old Spice in high school, then cycled through Pierre Cardin, Oleg Cassini, and now a knock-off of Calvin Klein's Eternity. (The soap version of the latter was what made my ex the best-smelling man I've been around to this day.)
On the right person, Drakkar is just a wonderful scent. When the wrong person wears it (someone whose chemistry does not mix well with Drakkar), it is really odious.
Luckily more people learned not to totally bathe in their applied scents after high school. Man, you could smell some guys before they got to the same hall. Drakkar, Polo and ... there might have been one other.
(The soap version of the latter was what made my ex the best-smelling man I've been around to this day.)
I love how clearly we can remember these things.
Brut! Brut was huge when I was in high school.
Am I the only Buffista who has mad lust for Adam Rothenberg on Ripper Street? Because whoa.
I'm not sure I'd cop to mad lust, but he's certainly a very attractive fellow. (I think it might be like Copper - everyone and everything seem so grungy, or gritty, or grim [double-letter alliteration, I dork high-five myself!] all the time, that my lust is not as near the surface as it could be).
Definitely attractive & charming though. (Your taste in eye-candy is validated!)
edited to close a parens, I know my audience.