Wow, Clubman... really? (Remembers the talc bottle Dad threw away two years ago).
As for the mug, I've got a 60's era Grand Turk sitting in my den, half-filled with Aged Spice from Mama Bear, a dead ringer in scent to the original.
Couple of days ago I had some company, one of whom is a Vietnam Veteran and a close friend of the family.
He'd disappeared for a few minutes and we assumed he was in the bathroom, but I walked to the back of the house and noticed the bathroom door open.
He was standing there, holding the mug. He'd smell it, look at it smell it again, shake his head.
Had this real wistful look on his face.
When he spotted me, all he did was hold the mug up and say "Ya know, my Dad..."
He couldn't finish the sentence, and he wouldn't take it when offered, but he looks at them on Ebay and he knows where to get the soap now.
I think we know his Christmas for 09.
Brushless or lather, boys, which ever you've the notion,
fifty cents for shaving cream, a dollar for the lotion; "Old Spice is quality," said the Captain to the Bosun, "so look for the bottle with the ship that sails the ocean!"