Brylcream, a little dab'll do ya
Brylcream, you'll look so debonaire
Brylcream, the gals'll all pursue ya
They love to get their fingers in your hair!

In my case it was my nose, near hair. I once secretively liberated a comb as a momento from a sought object of my affections. I eventually realized that a whiff of his Top Brass impregnated comb was actually more of a turn on than he was.