Creed Green Irish Tweed

One day, many years ago, myself and Kenyon Tuttle got in a dust up on the playground at the Raft River Elementary school because of a disagreement whether numbers were infinite.  This was a time when, although not encouraged, fighting was not a zero-tolerance game.  I won that match while losing the war.  I had decided that numbers in fact did come to an end and I suppose Kenyon loved me enough to not allow me to live in my ignorance and threw hands.  So here we were, two second grade mountain boys feeding each other knuckle sandwiches while the crowd grew.  Was there blood?  Yep.  Was some of it mine?  Yep.  Did either of us take a trip to the Principals office?  Not for this event, no, although Kenyon and I did get to visit the Principal on occasion.  What happened after the fight?  Well, I learned that Kenyon was right.  Numbers are in fact infinite.  Kenyon learned that even if you view yourself as a universal numerical warrior and stand in the right, blood can still leak out both your nose holes.  Gladly, all was forgotten and Kenyon and I continued to wander the creek beds of our mountain valley home.  A couple of years back I stopped in to visit Terry Hutchison, (he and Kenyon and I were quit a team) and he made mention of that day.  We had a hearty laugh as he shared the tale of his angst of wondering how to have his buddies back when it was his buddies fighting.  All I know is im glad he didn’t say something stupid like “the earth is a sphere” or we’d have had a roll-around in front of the chicken coop.  So why the story?  Well, first off it’s a flex to show you all how keen my memory is, even if while doing I also reveal my lack of mental acuity.  And second to show that good men can befriend another who is wrong. 

So does a scent need lavender, oakmoss, and coumarin to be a fougere? (FOOGER in Idaho)? Interesting postulation.  Fougere as I study means “fern like”.  I don’t care how you mix those ingredients you ain’t gonna produce something that smells like a fern and I know because when I’m fighting and rolling around in the ferns Houbigant is not there trying to bottle the aroma.  The ferns with which I’m familiar have almost no scent, thus leading me to conclude that the term fougere is more evocative than precise.  Thus to my nose a scent like GIT fits a fougere pretty darned well.  Score one for me Tommy?
And to insist that a fougere must have lavender, coumarin, and oakmoss might be akin to stating Picasso was not a fine artist because tradition would dictate that both eyes cannot be on one side of the nose.  A tongue in cheek jab at you ExtraProtein, although I do wonder if ol Pablo was playing us for fools and laughing all the way to the bank.
And Moriarty,  it’s not gentlemanly to unceremoniously kick a man in the pills!  Feel free to disparage the House of Creed all you wish but to place all GIT lovers on the same bus as Prince Charles?  That’s harsh man, and I believe a violation of the Geneva Conventions.
So in closing I will not cede the point of GIT being a fougere nor will I apologize for it being one of my favorite scents of all time.  If you don’t like it well then put on your stretchy pants and come fight me! 
I hope you all enjoyed the tale and want you to know that I love you even while we disagree.  In all seriousness, I’m just looking forward to what Dom has rolling around in that entrepreneurial brain of his.  Whether fougere or chypre, or oriental or floral, Dominic does great scents and I’m waiting…..

Lip,

Remember when kids used to drive to school directly from a morning hunt, guns and ammo in the vehicle?  Even when getting in a knock down drag out fight with another student there was never a thought of escalating to firearms - Hell, almost every male carried a respectably large knife at all times whilst in school never considering using it as a weapon. Those were different days; days of honour and respect for the larger community of man.

Again, your post brought back a flood of memories of the goodness we once were, how far we have fallen since and how adults in leadership positions from top to bottom have since failed us in every conceivable way leading to this disasterous outcome.

Lip,

Remember when kids used to drive to school directly from a morning hunt, guns and ammo in the vehicle?  Even when getting in a knock down drag out fight with another student there was never a thought of escalating to firearms - Hell, almost every male carried a respectably large knife at all times whilst in school never considering using it as a weapon. Those were different days; days of honour and respect for the larger community of man.

Again, your post brought back a flood of memories of the goodness we once were, how far we have fallen since and how adults in leadership positions from top to bottom have since failed us in every conceivable way leading to this disasterous outcome.

I still carry a blade daily although my watch is on my phone.  And we smelled like GIT or Hai Karate and we liked it.  Shoot yes we liked it!  And the uphill to school was real I say!  Ah, good times.  Hunting pheasants on the way home from school.  Shotgun in the back of an unlocked truck.

I referred back to the scent wheel. In an old school, strict definition, it’s not a fougere. In a looser definition, it is a “fresh” scent, of which fougere is a subdivision.
So, easier question. Is tomatoe a fruit or vegetable? Just kidding.


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Come on man!  It’s a fruit!  Fruit I say.  Whatever you call those wolf apples I’m all in.  Not much better in this world than a tomato except a great fougere like GIT. ?

I’ve got a cat. I’m gonna call it a dog because it has ears, like dogs do, so that kinda makes it a dog in a way. It doesn’t bark much but I guess dogs are a broad church.

I’ve got a cat. I’m gonna call it a dog because it has ears, like dogs do, so that kinda makes it a dog in a way. It doesn’t bark much but I guess dogs are a broad church.

Yeah, like that.  More practice and you got it!

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I'm pretty sure it is. What does CaD314 have to say?

The main way in which Green Irish Tweed fails to be a fougère is that the scent does not resemble a fougère scent. At all. The main things it does have in common with fougère perfumes are that it is (a) liquid, and (b) sold in a bottle.

I would just classify GIT as a green fragrance.

By the way, I find Green Irish Tweed to be unwearable, unfortunately. I do not mind the scent - except perhaps for the disappointing dry-down - but it is far, far too strong and it never fades until all your skin cells have replaced themselves. One spray of GIT is like getting a tattoo in the middle of your forehead - it is permanent and an affront to everyone you meet. I consider GIT to be one of the most vulgar perfumes ever made. Prince Charles is said to wear it - so I shall rest my case there.

100% Green Fragrance indeed Sir

I’m kinda bummed I’ll never see you in the Creed Room downstairs in Harrods…

I do enjoy a frag that holds, GIT is definitely an acquired taste just not mine

HRH, the Prince of Wales does in fact enjoy GIT, you need something strong on the Polo Field….

I wonder what frag Sherlock Holmes would wear?