We don't need a bottle of circa 1998 CK One in our home. We really don't. I found it while cleaning out old make up and expired medication. But, then we opened it and freshman year wafted past our nostrils. Ahhhh...the year we became friends has a scent and it is CK One.
It felt sad to throw it away. It felt silly to keep it. (Nobody in our home has worn it for 10 years.)
The compromise? Brent poured it down the kitchen sink so we could experience a lingering long good-bye.