Local Woman Transported Back To 2006 Cavill Ave As Hubby Splashes On Some Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male For 20th Anniversary

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Local woman, Fi Hanlan (46) says she almost expected to hear the infectious groove of "Put Your Hands Up for Detroit" but the Dutch DJ Fedde le Grand pumping through her living room on Saturday night.

That's just how effected she was by the throwback of smelling the oriental-fougère of fresh mint and lavender mixed in with a warm vanilla embrace.

But she wasn't in Cavill Avenue, and it wasn't in 2006.

She was in her North Brisbane living room 20 years later, and Leon Bridges was playing on the JBL speaker.

Still, for the entire duration of her 20th wedding anniversary date night, her husband was emitting the very same aromas as he did the night they met at Melba's Nightclub on the Gold Coast, in the dying days of the Howard era.

Fi was working in events for Peter Stuyvesant cigarettes, and the bloke she ended up marrying owned a couple yellow cab taxi licenses after briefly dabbling in the hit and miss industry known as real estate.

Twenty years and a couple of kids later... How things have changed.

But in someways they have remained the same.

The mysterious stranger that she ended up spending that fateful evening with - as they bounced between now defunct Gold Coast nightlife venues like Shooters and the Edge - is her husband of two decades.

Jack (48) is still a vodka red bull guy, and doesn't mind occasionally wearing a visor cap. Except nowadays he seldom wears it upside down.

Fi still loves The Veronicas, but the jet black fringe is long gone.

But for one night, in their cosy Alderly Queenslander - with the kids away at uni and on sleepovers - the nostalgic yet still just as seductive scent of Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male Eau de Toilette took them straight back to a far-flung universe.

A world where second-hand Winfield Blue sat above them like a mystical cloud over the dance floor. Where basic mixers cost $1 at happy hour. Where men were men - who wore fluro v-necks and straightened their mullets with GHDs for some reason.

This sacred cologne has taken them back to a time and place where the only thing that mattered was whether or not Berlin Bar's resident DJ Don Nadi was going to mix 'Temperature' by Sean Paul into Shakira's 'Hips Don't Lie'.