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		<title>By: Cassy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cassy</dc:creator>
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		<description>I remember being a little girl in the 1970s and waking up to the smell of Mennen Skin Bracer After Shave and Canoe cologne.  The smell of freshly-brewed coffee was also in the background as my Papi prepared to go to work.  Before he left, I would kiss his soft, just-shaved cheek and admire his look - dress shirt and tie, pressed slacks, and cardigan sweater.  Sometimes, he wore a &quot;leisure suit&quot;.  Papi was a Spanish high school teacher, and took pride in his attire.

Years later, Papi would drive me to my own highschool, before he headed to his. He wore Polo cologne those days, and gingerly held a mug of hot coffee while he drove. Luckily my dad is still here... but the smell of that cologne makes me long to return to those times when I had him all to myself during a long car ride.</description>
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<p>Years later, Papi would drive me to my own highschool, before he headed to his. He wore Polo cologne those days, and gingerly held a mug of hot coffee while he drove. Luckily my dad is still here&#8230; but the smell of that cologne makes me long to return to those times when I had him all to myself during a long car ride.</p>
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