First Due Aftershave/Cologne - A Very Epic Aftershave on a Mission!
Profile: Top Notes: Apricot, Jasmine, Smoke, Spanish Moss, Rose ~ Heart Notes: Dark Chocolate, Coal ~ Base Notes: Oud (agarwood) ~ West Indian Bay
This aftershave/cologne is a very special tribute to a good pal of mine, Fire Marshal John Perry. I'm actually not sure if Tribute is the right word, maybe Signature or maybe Collaboration even? Regardless, it's near and dear to me and I feel very grateful for the opportunity. I might also mention that I believe this to be some of my best blending work to date! (but you decide)
Pair with matching First Due Artisan Shave Soap HERE!
Not only was the name John's idea he was also very instrumental in shaping the scent profile, right down to a last minute tweak on the amount of apricot in the soap. (The aftershave was fine.)
John and I have been kicking around the idea of a special soap for a long time and finally the planets seemed to align. Truth be told this particular project has probably been in the works for the last 6 months and the scent was one of the hardest I have ever put together...but well worth it.
John is a huge fan of both Dapper Doc and my Sandalwood, for awhile he's been on me to combine the two, however, that's not what happened, lol. He's also a huge fan of Harvest Moon and knew he wanted elements of all 3 in our scent profile. Though the notion seems rather abstract I had a good idea what John was going for, so I went to work pushing and pulling. With the determination of a method actor who wants to understand the character he is to play I delved into the part...no shortcuts were taken.
All kidding aside, this soap was made to honor John and all the other men and women who are first on the scene and have to see through the smoke, flame and confusion. Those who have to make split second decisions that could easily mean the difference between life or death for them or their crew...kudos to you fine folk for the sacrifices you make to keep the rest of us safe.
$2 from each sale of the soap and splash will go to the National Fallen Firefighters Foundation. I really wanted to take advantage of the theme of this soap and use it to build some awareness while raising some funds for our everyday super heroes, it's truly the least we could do. I hope this will also inspire others to seek out this organization and make a donation from time to time.
I asked John for a little blurb for the soap and splash, something to aid me in the creation and I honestly wasn't expecting much, but hot damned be my eyes if the very muse of this collaboration did not come pouring out of him in prose. That said, I shall share those words with you now:
"It's either late in the night or early in the morning, hard to tell as time at these times will blend together. It has been another long day training for the events you hope will never happen and running call after call to help those in need. You anxiously drift in and out of sleep trying to calm yourself from the day's events. Suddenly, there is a moment, you feel it before you hear it...the lights in the station come on with the intensity of the afternoon sun and the tones drop, there seems to be electricity in the air. This is not a drill.
All call! Structure fire confirmed.'
In less time then it takes to yawn, you are out of bed and wrestling yourself into the uniform that only seconds before was lying purposeless and still next to your bunk. You and every other soul on your crew run for the door towards the engine bay, now wide awake and on auto pilot. On goes the fire resistant armor and into the engine you climb.
For me, it's the Officer's seat, a position of power and great responsibility. My crew, my guys, my buddies and brothers depend on me to make the calls and I depend on myself to get us all home safe. We are now enroute with lights on making the night bright and surreal. The Sirens wail and the air horns blare to let everyone know that we know and we are on our way.
Traffic ahead parts almost magically or Biblically, motivated by the invisible, urgent screams of the Q; it is a sound that will forever live in my memory. My mind is racing, thoughts scattered like the ghastly flash of a strobe,
'Who's on the engine and will they all remember their assignments?'
I look out the windshield to see the early morning sky pulsating, glowing an unnatural orange. It is NOT the sunrise.
We have a working structure fire.
I call dispatch to inform them and let other responding units know, 'Dispatch this is Engine 1, be advised, we have large amounts of fire visible from a confirmed structure'. I turn back to my brothers and with a controlled nervous energy exclaim, 'get ready for a fight'.
We pull around the corner where more gear will get thrown on and more radio communications broadcasted. The two words that all of us engine guys live for saying will be mine this morning, for we are the first arriving company.
'Dispatch this is Engine 1. We are FIRST DUE and on scene with a confirmed structure in a residential building. Structure is a 2 story single family residence with fire showing from the AB sides. We will have command and advise of next arriving companies.' damn that feels good.
But now the work and worry begins. Life is of the utmost importance. Are the residents out and safe? We meet the family as we bail off the engine - all accounted for. We are both relieved and reenergized, now we can turn our attention to saving their entire world, their home. It is a long, arduous fight but we persevere and eventually overcome the lapping, ravenous flames with the help and aid of the other arriving companies.
Words will fail and always over simplify what transpires in these moments; The heat, the stress, the muscles screaming in resistance against fatigue, the smell and taste of the air, the sights, and the pure, white blast of adrenaline; a cocktail that wears on you for hours and sometimes days after. Two hours and three SCBA bottles later, you've experienced lost time, the weak Gatorade is warm but tastes wonderful as you mindlessly swish it around your mouth. Finally being able to sit is a welcomed relief.
We won today and can all walk away unscathed with yet another story to tell. I check on my men and congratulate them, for a job well done. I can see in each of their eyes the same wicked wear and weariness that I feel myself as my mind starts to replay and make sense of the nights events. But now it's time to clean up and head back to the station, shrug it off and prepare for the next one. I will secretly enjoy the shower up - the sweet, victorious smell of the soap as it sloshes off the stench of ash and stale flame.
What does it mean you ask? Well, we all have our own definition but for me it is: a rush, a job to do, decisions to make, a struggle to play through, a challenge, and a battle to be fought and won. We as firefighters live for those words, defeat is NEVER an option.
First Due means You are one of the privileged few to see and assess the fight ahead. The first one to beat the door in. The first one to walk into the dragons den and slay it. The first one to know that the beast won't die easily. The first one to feel the triumph when all are safe and the job is done. This is First Due."
100Ml Flask Bottle
Ingredients: Alcohol, Spanish Moss Hydrosol, Rose Water, Essential/Fragrance Oil, Hedione, Vegetable Glycerin, Carrot Seed Extract, Aloe Vera