Brandane
The Costa Clyde rain magnet.
One Saturday morning in the mid 70s I was in town with a few of my fellow acne infested, hormone raging teenage pals. One of them decided he was going into the local Chemist to buy a can of deodorant so that he could smell nice for the girls. He came out of the chemist with the deodorant in a bag, so of course we all were curious to see what brand he had got. Brut? Right Guard? Neither; he produced a can of Fem-Fresh from the bag! How we laughed (once we worked out what it was actually for); as did the girls in the Chemist shop, no doubt.