Nostalgia Can Be Good Medicine
This my friends is yet another homage to a truly nostalgic, classic scent that will span over the "memory banks" of a hundred years. I'm willing to bet that most folks today across the globe will recognize this comforting, soothing scent of yore...Vick's VapoRub!
Doug, you've gone too far or I know what you are thinking but hear me out first!
Vick's, like so many other originals pretty much created the self home-care industry as we now know it. They had so many firsts, from their OG product that we celebrate here today, VapoRub (1894), to the invention of the modern cough drop (1931), to their sinus clearing inhaler (1941), to Sinex (1959), all the way up to everyone's best friend, NyQuil! If you are living in a country outside of the USA you may also be familiar with the brand or at the very least, have used a similar product inspired by Vick's. They really were movers and shakers!
But with that kind of greatness comes their far reaching influence on all of us, especially in the matter of scent & that is what we are most interested in as always! And unless you are 130 years old, this familiarity began in childhood.
In the spirit of complete transparency, this was a customers idea*! But having grown up being allergic to pretty much everything, it truly resonated with me. It also took me back to my childhood sick days.
There I was on the couch turned sick bed, shades pulled unusually low. My mother would have already put a sheet down over the cushions, and tucked a few of my bed pillows under my feverish head. The first few buttons of my pajamas would be open like John Travolta in a leisure suit, as my mom then slathered my chest with this magical, potent balm that immediately began to work! If I was especially miserable, she may have had a humidifier plugged in also on a chair from the dining room.
Sometimes she'd allow me to take a direct sniff out of that whimsical blue glass jar before she began the procedure. Just like that you could breathe again! I also recall the product functioning like Tiger Balm, meaning it also took care of the aches and pains that always came from coughing or sneezing so much in the night. She would then set to work tucking me in only to return around lunch with golden ginger ale and Saltines.
Another important part of the treatment was the prescribed dosage of daytime television; The Price is Right, Bewitched, I Dream Of Jeanie, etc. Flowing into my tired eyes and ears like an IV set to slow drip. As it got later in the day, the cartoons would return usually starting off with the classics like Hannah Barbara. That evening, now in my own bed, I would get "Vicksed" one last time. More often than not, the next day I was fine. Clearly my mom knew what she was doing and the magical balm was real medicine. So yes, consider me a fan!
It has been a real blast testing this stuff out for the last few months, a real throwback. The adult me is shaving, but in my head I am right back there watching The Flintstones or Tom and Jerry, waiting for my best friend Mike to bring me my ditto paper homework that I missed that day!
*If you were that customer, please reach out so that we can give you proper credit!
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