No Dogs. No Smoking. No Giorgio.

In the late 1980s, a few restaurants in New York reportedly added something rather unusual to their entrance signs:

No Dogs. No Smoking. No Giorgio.

They weren’t officially banning it, of course.

But if you were around then, you understood.

Power suits.

Bigger hair.

Even bigger ambition.

And then there was Giorgio Beverly Hills.

Bright. Bold. Radiant white florals with serious staying power.

It didn’t enter a room quietly.

It made an entrance.

You didn’t have to sit next to someone wearing it.

You just had to be in the building.

Legend has it that a few diners complained their meals were being seasoned — unintentionally — by someone else’s perfume.

It became part of fragrance folklore.

And honestly?

It was magnificent.