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Fahrenheit goes for a swim ~~~
There's just no way around it. Every time I smell this, that characteristic Fahrenheit violet leaf hits me squarely in the face. Only, it isn't exactly Fahrenheit..but more like Grey Quartz from Pascal Morabito - fresher, brighter and more synthetic. There are no clear citruses in the opening, but the nondescript greenness is unmistakable. Right from the rip, it's simultaneously lively and watery, yet soothingly comforting. The liquid colour is literally a perfect fit.
But within minutes of the opening, the masterful mishmash of cooling lavender and coumarin-y vetiver that comprise the mid and base surround the violet leaf like a hug from two considerate neighbours. The extra bulk is rather remarkably blended for the budget that Maurice was probably given. Ironically, despite what seems like a bright and more youthful opening, it approaches generic dad-scent territory QUICK. One YouTube legend even described it as the scent of a new pair of sneakers and I totally get what he was getting it. To me, the fragrance itself lies somewhere between a father's day celebration and a trip to the local mall with your teenage stepdaughter to buy overpriced clothing.
But despite its clear synthetic qualities, the sillage off of my skin is actually quite nice! It's like Fahrenheit made for the Gen-Y man who always wanted to become his dad. At times, there are even floral accords from Nautica's Voyage that peek through as a reminder that it's supposed to be some kind of hybrid aquatic. Which...it sorta is. At least, on paper.
On my skin, the aquatic facets are a little more muted, allowing the quasi-spicy vetiver to come through. But like I mentioned, the overall effect in the sillage is unusually pleasant and very modern. It doesn't smell cheap, but it doesn't exactly smell like a Dior if you get my drift. More like an affordable daily aftershave that you apply in the morning before sending your kids off to school in the spring. Or a travel-sized version of the same, that you take on vacation to a hotel destination in the Bahamas...where that Gen-Y dude wearing Fahrenheit gives sailing a try on that boat from the Nautica Voyage commercials...only to slip and fall in the ocean because he's never been sailing before. In fact, it might as well be the scent of a stiff, hotel lobby couch that smells of the well-groomed, middle-aged husband that was just sitting on it....before greeting you awkwardly with a blank smile waiting in line at the breakfast buffet. Yeah, THAT guy.
Which brings me to the massively heavy metal cap that slingshots were just MADE for. PdM eat your heart out. It literally weighs the same as the rest of the ribbed-for-your-pleasure bottle and liquid inside. And so hungry that it ripped off the atomizer collar the first time I pulled it off. Hello crimp! But honestly, who cares. It's a budget fragrance, let's be real.
So is it worth the fifteen bucks I paid? Heck yeah. It's essentially the youngster's version of Fahrenheit that he couldn't stomach because it smelled too ancient. Wonderfully modernized for a generation that used to love frequenting the mall scene but now buys everything online because they're scared of people. It's the virtual teacher-parent conference, the new sneakers and public pool made of violet leaves all in one. And yet, I don't mind in the slightest. Cause it reminds me of Fahrenheit. And my dad. And for me, sometimes that's enough. Overpriced cap off to you Mr. Roucel. You did juuuust fine.
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