When I think of ties, I always think of my paternal grandfather, Pa-pa. He was an Evangelicial minister who was very dignified and proper.
He always wore a jacket and tie. A clip-on tie, but a tie nonetheless.
He also liked to liberally douse himself in aftershave. He particularly liked Carrington.
Pa-pa was a vigorous, voracious hugger and the scent of the aftershave would cling to my clothes long after he and Grandma departed.