Having known Axe only as the punchline to jokes about young men who want to get laid, my first encounter came when a sample appeared in a small plastic bag hanging on the front doorknob on a hot day last summer. The funk was intense and not attractive... And the stoop was buzzing with aroused bees, never seen there before or since. I threw it away. (Wuzzenjus me.)

Does anyone remember Irish Spring brand soap from the 70s? It was like that... Intensely perfumed.

Cobain was popular for a reason.

My story about Axe is I bought a mini-can of it at the checkout at Wal-Mart just for the hell of it. I had it in my backpack and practically had forgot about it.

So I go to get on a plane and see it when I'm at the TSA checkpoint. I drop it as a separate item in the bin to go through the X-Ray machine. The TSA agent steps over, sees it, and puts it in a Ziploc bag. I just felt suddenly so much more secure. :-p

Jim: Disaster Prevented!