Licking at the Dumbbell!
Yes, I go to the gym. I have been to quite a few of them over the years, and I think I know about some of the smells you can find there.
Champion Energy reminds me of a certain somewhat special place in my home town. Insiders might recognize it: no Pilates, no jogging, no girlish gymnastics – only heavy iron, old and rugged but payed-off!
Not all of the boys there were particularly bright. If you were looking for it, they would confirm all of your prejudices and clichées. Many of them took whatever remedies they could get their hands on. There once must have been a box in a corner where you could serve yourself, and only after the tragic death of one of the members was it removed. Among the people there was a physician, and often the boys would approach him with a question. At one occasion, he was asked about the meaning of the package insert: “Stop the medication 4 weeks before slaughtering”!
It is the mustiness of the changing rooms, the fumes of the Adidas bags and sneakers that you might recognise in both of Davidoff's Champion variants. And it is combined with the smell of cheap deos. Who does this appeal to? Does Davidoff play with the male customers' latent homosexuality? Is it the ladies who buy this stuff for their lovers? Or is it just the nearness to the scents of cheap deos that the target audience is used to and therefore appreciates?
The core of Champion Energy is the same tart synthetic note that can be found in the original. We should not really take any cedar or oakmoss we read about in the pyramid too literally. The whole thing is sexy at first glance, and only after some time Champion Energy gets boring.
The gym manager maintained order and cleanliness – also this can be found in Champion Energy. There is a decent citric head note, and it is synthetic enough to evolve impressions of cleaning agents. The old dumbbells were made of real iron – none of that shiny and odorless steel. You can find a little bit of iron scent in Chjampion Energy as well, in its spicy heart notes. As a matter of fact, there must be spicy accord available – something in between cinnamon and maybe coriander – that provides a metal illusion. If you want to experience it more distinctly, try Bond No.9's Andy Warhol's Silver Factory.
Champion Energy, however, does not match the price level of the Bonds. After workout, the boys would sit at the bar and have their protein shakes. Very openly, the different characters of the local judges were discussed. Not too bad for me since at that time, I planned to establish myself as an attorney, and I was looking for clients.
I remember exactly the situation of signing the membership contract. The ink of my signature hadn't yet dried when the phone rang. The manager picked up the receiver, and shouted through the whole place: “Hey, Jupp, come over here, there's the criminal police in the line, and they have questions for you!”