In many collections represented here Duefte from past times can be found. They may have found their way there for many different reasons. Often it is the slightly melancholic attempt to capture the memory of particularly beautiful moments or periods of life by adjusting such a fragrance. I did that with Macassar of Rochas and Jil Sander Man Pure. And, of course, Davidoff. All three Duefte I connect with the 80s, with the study time and carefree life (which it was not at all in an honest and emotionless retrospect).
Davidoff starts fresh, but only very briefly yellow-citric. Very fast we green this citrus freshness, no grassy, but rather Mediterranean garden green. At the same time a restrained sharpness develops, slightly shrill without hurting. It gives the impression of spicy soapiness. Many duds from the 80s have this soapiness, which can go from slightly sweaty to urinoes depending on intensity. This is not the case with Davidoff. The soapiness does not superimpose the green freshness but remains trapped in it.
Little by little Davidoff's green orientation fades and leather comes out. The soapiness is still there, but gets a slightly animal touch, which is probably caused by the beaver horny. Thanks to its economical dosage, however, there is no impression of stable smell or animal cages.
In its fresh Mediterranean orientation, Davidoff reminds me of Armani pour Homme. Both date from 1984 and have many scents in common. Unfortunately I haven't had Armani pour Homme under my nose for many, many years and maybe my memory plays a trick on me; but it seems to me that Davidoff is a distant relative of ApH, who has been given a saeuerlich-animalic twist by the addition of Bibergeil
As a child of his time, Davidoff has great stamina and is anything but shy. While I disappeared in the Davidoff Nebula in the 80s, today caution is appropriate with the dosage.