10/28/2020

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ThomC
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Metrosexual before Metrosexual even existed
Not a good first impression: the cheap-looking plastic cap falls into three parts when first opened. Whew! I haven't had it yet either. Well, time to have a look at the cap. And once again I realize that one should distinguish between: a) quality plastic or b) cheap plastic. Other manufacturers get other qualities for 25 Euro - Boucheron seems not to succeed. Then the equation that more money would be pumped from the production costs into the perfume, one can hope - this has not always been true for me in the past! My visual statement about flacon design: stuck in the late 80s. It can stand for everything, but it doesn't set any accents that are worth remembering.
The "Jaïpur homme" is a recommendation blind purchase, which I like to do in this price range, and a very strange one at that, because I could not smell it at first. Whoops, what's going on there?! Okay, after all, a boldly loud citrus bergamot scent, a scent I find extremely difficult to deal with, just like my (admittedly rather platitudinous) motto: citrus scents belong in cleaning products for the bathroom, in lollipops and maybe even in fine cocktails (then please in rye sour! Please! Thank you!). But I don't want to smell like that!
But after the head-citrus prelude nothing came. So we went to Parfumo and were astonished what the community from the "Jaïpur homme" could smell. On my skin it's just an indefinable, soft tangle of sweet feminine scents, no twist or other nice twist that captivates me. Nope!
My extremely unprofessional, philistine trick, which I like to do in such cases, is to hold a hair dryer on the skin and thus anticipate a temporal development in time lapse. This made the "Jaïpur homme" blossom a bit: a few Christmas spices were visible, everything was kept discreet, the foamy sugar smell was like white meringue, always quite elegant, hardly any screaming, the citrus notes hardly noticeable. There is no thought of a down-to-earth Jacques Bogart club - the Jaïpur thinks it is better - but in the end it is not, because it lacks that certain spark. His appearance is also a false Fuffziger: he wants to be upper class, but can only deliver a cheap cap that immediately disintegrates. And yet: he is unique and quiet. I like that. I count the "Jaïpur homme" among the few so-called "infrasound fragrances" (© by ThomC), which subconsciously olfactorically waft in front of you. Those that one feels rather than smells and still take up space. Ferrari's grandiose "Amber Essence" for example is one of those, but more about that sometime.
And yet I wonder how and when I should wear the Jaïpur? It seems more feminine than masculine, it is not even unisex by my definition. I'll probably have to learn this fragrance for some time - or forget it again. Difficult in a time when I'm currently celebrating the old warhorses from the 70s.
Music to the fragrance: Ian Pooles "Followed" [1998]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YI8YOnItzdI
The "Jaïpur homme" is a recommendation blind purchase, which I like to do in this price range, and a very strange one at that, because I could not smell it at first. Whoops, what's going on there?! Okay, after all, a boldly loud citrus bergamot scent, a scent I find extremely difficult to deal with, just like my (admittedly rather platitudinous) motto: citrus scents belong in cleaning products for the bathroom, in lollipops and maybe even in fine cocktails (then please in rye sour! Please! Thank you!). But I don't want to smell like that!
But after the head-citrus prelude nothing came. So we went to Parfumo and were astonished what the community from the "Jaïpur homme" could smell. On my skin it's just an indefinable, soft tangle of sweet feminine scents, no twist or other nice twist that captivates me. Nope!
My extremely unprofessional, philistine trick, which I like to do in such cases, is to hold a hair dryer on the skin and thus anticipate a temporal development in time lapse. This made the "Jaïpur homme" blossom a bit: a few Christmas spices were visible, everything was kept discreet, the foamy sugar smell was like white meringue, always quite elegant, hardly any screaming, the citrus notes hardly noticeable. There is no thought of a down-to-earth Jacques Bogart club - the Jaïpur thinks it is better - but in the end it is not, because it lacks that certain spark. His appearance is also a false Fuffziger: he wants to be upper class, but can only deliver a cheap cap that immediately disintegrates. And yet: he is unique and quiet. I like that. I count the "Jaïpur homme" among the few so-called "infrasound fragrances" (© by ThomC), which subconsciously olfactorically waft in front of you. Those that one feels rather than smells and still take up space. Ferrari's grandiose "Amber Essence" for example is one of those, but more about that sometime.
And yet I wonder how and when I should wear the Jaïpur? It seems more feminine than masculine, it is not even unisex by my definition. I'll probably have to learn this fragrance for some time - or forget it again. Difficult in a time when I'm currently celebrating the old warhorses from the 70s.
Music to the fragrance: Ian Pooles "Followed" [1998]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YI8YOnItzdI