Coffee is a god-tier versatile fragrance note. It pairs up with everything so well, but the bulk of fragrance makers stick to the safe milky sweet pairing for a riff on a latte. These 11 colognes—led by four of my all-time favorites—do the note a lot more justice. —Luke Guillory, commerce editor
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These 11 colognes will inspire you to switch up your rotation.
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I am not a coffee drinker. Never have been. The taste is too bitter for my liking, and that much caffeine will just keep me up all night, no matter what time of day I drink it. And coffee breath . . . But the smell of an actual cup of coffee? It’s divine. Rich. Sophisticated. And perfect for personal fragrance.
Perfumers include coffee notes in fragrance by using gourmand accords made from roasted coffee beans, espresso extracts, or aromatic molecules that mimic those smells. If you read through the scent notes on your favorite coffee cologne, you might notice something called “Coffee CO2 extract”—that’s a concentrated aromatic and bioactive oil created by passing supercritical carbon dioxide through roasted coffee beans. Pretty cool, right?
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When I met Metzger, he was driving his college-age son’s Chevy Volt, an early plug-in hybrid. When I met Deason, he was driving a blacked-out Ford F-150 Raptor, a pickup truck that is a sports car.
Three years ago, Texans voted for a constitutional amendment to create a $1 billion fund, the Centennial Parks Conservation Fund, to buy and develop land into state parks. Before winning over voters, the legislation made it through both chambers of the state’s legislature and was signed by Governor Greg Abbott. Who masterminded the whole thing? Doug Deason and Luke Metzger. After their meet-cute by the windmill, Metzger decided to reach out privately about raising money for parks. He was savvy enough to understand that, whatever else, Deason was an outdoorsman. Deason agreed. Metzger worked the green lobby. Deason deployed his influence. Two years later: $1 billion. Sounds like a fish story.
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Christopher Abbott has a secret. We’re sitting in the Bowery Hotel’s outdoor patio in Lower Manhattan, making small talk about the New York Knicks and life in the city as we gauge who might bring it up first. He disguises well. No one around us recognizes the forty-year-old actor in his washed red button-up and jeans. And they don’t know it yet, but when the movie premieres in a few days, Abbott will make a surprise appearance in Nathan Fielder’s exceptional Elizabeth Holmes documentary, You Can See Everything.
He’s hesitant to say anything, especially in a room full of potential eavesdroppers. Spoilers of any kind in the film industry are to be guarded with your life. Abbott’s already kept his role hidden for more than a year since they filmed. Why stop now? Eventually, I cave and reveal that I’ve seen the movie already. His part in the new film is impossible to ignore, and if you haven’t seen You Can See Everything yet, here’s your warning that a major spoiler is coming in the next paragraph.
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