Eucris Geo. F. Trumper 1912 Eau de Toilette

Eucris (Eau de Toilette) by Geo. F. Trumper

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Eucris (Eau de Toilette) (Geo. F. Trumper)

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Eucris (Eau de Toilette) is a popular perfume by Geo. F. Trumper for men and was released in 1912. The scent is spicy-woody. It is still available to purchase.

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Top Notes	Lemon Coriander Cumin Blackcurrant
Heart Notes	Jasmine Lily of the valley Clove Marjoram Thyme
Base Notes	Moss Musk Sandalwood Patchouli Amber

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Scent

8.1107 Ratings

Longevity

7.492 Ratings

Sillage

6.785 Ratings

Bottle

8.191 Ratings

Value for money

7.921 Ratings

Submitted by Pazuzu, last update on 04.07.2022.

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09/12/2021

6
Pricing 8
Bottle 5
Sillage 3
Longevity 9
Scent

FvSpee

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FvSpee

Top Review 53

Euphoria and aftershave

As for the accidentia, a.k.a. the trappings to Trumpers 'Eucris', its James Bond references have been mentioned several times: Appropriately, it appears in a film as a Bond scent; in turn, in a novel, Bond finds Eucris in a villain's bathroom. The recipe's age of over 100 years and the unusual opaque black bottle with its unusual spout - a kind of hollow steel needle - have also been topics of discussion.

So today, before I get to the fragrance itself, I'd like to delve a little into its mysterious name. What, by jingo, is 'Eucris' supposed to mean?

Somewhere in the depths of the web, there is a theory that it is supposed to be a corruption of the word 'Eucharist'. 'Eucharist' literally means 'thanksgiving' in ancient Greek, and even today you can thank your trusted Greek for his Poseidon record with a confidently belted "Evcharisto!". When one says 'Eucharist', however, one actually usually means, especially among Catholics, the celebration of the Lord's Supper.

I think this theory is absurd. Firstly, the English (and 'Eucris' is very English) are so un-Catholic that even today, by law, no Prime Minister there can be a Papist; secondly, 'Eucris' does not smell of incense; and thirdly, you have to have a lot of hosts in your mouth or Mass wine to pronounce 'Eucharist' as 'Eucris'.

So what then? The Greek prefix 'eu' means 'good' or 'beautiful'. It is familiar from foreign words such as eurhythmy ('beautiful movement'; the youth hobby of Annie Lennox), euthanasia ('beautiful dying', no longer innocuous in Germany for obvious reasons) and eudaemonia (roughly: 'good living'). Or also from names like 'Eugen' ('of good origin') or 'Eulalia' ('the beautifully speaking one', also a Spanish scent mark). 'Beautiful' is, after all, in advertising terms, also a suitable word element for a cosmetic product.

But who is Cris? The current leading candidate of the FDP is undoubtedly convinced that 'handsome Chris' can only mean himself, but both he and Chris Howland, Chris de Burgh, Kris Kristoffersen and the (incidentally strong rather than beautiful) Cris Cyborg were not cutting edge in 1912 and therefore could not have been envisaged by Geo F. Trumper when he chose his name.

So the intriguing question remains open tonight. Perhaps later reviewers will be able to build on these modest, tentative preliminaries.

Eucris is a very beautiful scent and an equally distinctive one. It's so dry it's dusty, and so tart, that every now and then you catch yourself in the unmanly weakness of wanting to put a spoonful of sugar in it. Yet Eucris, though black as night, is not sinister. It is a friendly black, almost one full of: euphoria ('good mood'). Eucris is an extremely vegetal, almost vegan scent, as little animalic as a herbarium. I perceive dominantly dry cloves (are in the pyramid) and equally dry juniper berries (are not listed). Of course, there are blackcurrants in it. Their astringent bitterness can be felt (but it's softened by the floral notes that it doesn't hurt), their fruity juiciness cannot. Eucris is currant dust: it behaves to currant juice like powdered milk to whole milk.

Others describe 'Eucris' as durable, Mrs. von Spee and I represent in rare olfactory harmony the opposite party. After one to two hours, the fragrance is perdu with me, despite splashing. I used Eucris less often than the beauty of its aromas would suggest, but then I found the egg of (Cris!) Columbus: I now use Eucris as an aftershave. It can be perfectly poured into the hand through the steel spout, gives the day a masculine-tart and at the same time optimistic basis and at the latest after lunch there is room for the right scent of the day.

10/31/2018

10
Bottle 8
Sillage 10
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Stinki

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Stinki

darkblue he is,

the vegetable currant note combined with slightly lightening lily of the valley, long gliding from darker sandalwood, which seems very high quality. If it weren't also darkened by Labdanum. I cannot wear it often, it is not a slight melancholy, but something melancholic, sometimes cold, clings to it. I like and feel attracted to Trumper fragrances and have them permanently in use and consumption, but I don't love them and that's good. Because love wears off and preference remains. However, I once noticed it, after it was applied early in the morning, in the afternoon in a smokers' salon in Amsterdam, as something so extraterrestrially good (this dark sandalwood) and no, it wasn't because of it, I had just entered. A little warm smoke around him makes him better, I think. I think he lacks some warmth, but then I would love him again and not appreciate him

10/10/2018

10
Bottle 6
Sillage 8
Longevity 10
Scent

NotAmused

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NotAmused

Top Review 16

The handle to the bottle

Today I would like to write about something that affects more people than most people might think. The bottle's a handle. Like so many others, I can't wait to finally go to my cupboard in the evening after work and get out that beloved bottle with alcoholic content. Mine is black, holds 100ml and on the side is the address of the manufacturer incorporated. 9 CURZON STREET MAYFAIR W. 1. is written in raised letters. And at the front you can find the name of this manufacturer in white as well as the name of this noble fabric itself: Eucris
Now open the crown(en)cork and put it in! In the palm of your hand, of course! And then off to the pulse!
And here we come to the first really factual point in this commentary. How do you dose with Trumper's old bulk bottles? If you unscrew the crown and turn the bottle around, nothing comes out. You really have to shake well to wring a few tiny droplets from the still full bottle. So you don't hit a pulse point sensibly except for the wrists. Here only the detour via the hand helps. Don't worry, far less comes out of the opening than, for example, with a standard aftershave. From the palm of your hand, the whole thing is then distributed to the pulse points as desired. Another less wasteful method is to drop the bottle. Take his hand and place the tip of your index finger loosely on the opening. Turn once upside down and back again and then dab the desired points with the wetted index finger. Repeat until the desired dosage is reached.
You can go for a walk here, because even if Eucris as Eau de Toilette is dosed a little higher than the Colognes of Trumpers, it is much more reserved in the radiation than modern water of the same classification. The durability, however, is quite good.
Let us now come to the most important point: the scent. Basically, everything's been said here. It's best to buy a thick rope directly with it.
To knot the cabinet door, so no one else but a drop of mop whip!
Honestly, this water smells so fabulously good, I could lie down. It's perfect. Lovely, but not sweet. Spicy, but not too spicy. Woody, but not creaking. Dry, but not dusty. I notice the berry note very clearly, especially at the beginning. But just as the previous speaker so perfectly described it as the "idea" of the currant, not sweet, not sour, not tangy - completely unagitated and balanced at the heart of the matter. Fantastic. Fantastic. Add dry wood, flowers at the base, round spices and a good dose of tree moss. This is probably also the reason for this unusually dark depth. Like oak moss, tree moss is not a real moss, but a lichen and is considered a contact allergen. That is why it is practically impossible to find it in natural form in perfumes nowadays. Not like Geo F Trumper. Here it performs its service for over 100 years in Wild Fern, Curzon (here are even tree AND oakmoss included) and even Eucris. And so the inclined reader of the small print on the packaging gets an approximate impression of what this Barbershop from Curzon Street thinks of the adaptation to modern guidelines.
And that's a good thing. Otherwise these old treasures would all be gone To conclude this comment, I must confess something to you. Sometimes, when I know that it's going to be a hard day or even just out of a whim, I already reach for the bottle in the morning. The black one

09/07/2018

10
Bottle 6
Sillage 9
Longevity 9
Scent

Konsalik

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Konsalik

Top Review 26

As "noir" as it gets

A very friendly mail from my dear user Yatagan gave me the opportunity to test two old trumper classics, which I've been planning for quite some time anyway. It was also my intention not to fall back into my (certainly tiring for the readers) "Everything used to be better, except for asbestos and the dental possibilities" lament. I've thought it through in my imagination and in almost every comment I've made it sound somewhere, so why tell again why I don't feel at home when it comes to scents in the present (i.e. the years since Cool Water, which means nothing against Cool Water)?

But, dear people, forgive me: Just now, when almost everyone has already thrown something onto the market with "night", "dark", "black", "extremely black" and the like - and hardly any of these scents in me really evoked the primary perception of black, dark, melancholic, depths, which was actually evoked by the naming, without words or forms, I simply have to say: a good hundred years ago it worked out. And this in a clarity that could almost tempt me to stick this review of comments and statements on this fragrance together. Such a collage would have hardly less news value than my considerations: Many reviewers seem to have felt similar, although the impact was more severe for me. The first fragrance impression is really amazing, especially for a relatively inexperienced perfume, because the elements of this fragrance pyramid can really not be found in variation at every corner. First thought: "So this is how sadness smells." Not wild grief, not the hot tear. Habitual resignation, deep melancholy, patient but doubtful desire for redemption. Immediately the thought of an old edition of an art book from the 10s ("Der stille Garten"), which I once bought cheaply in Düsseldorf: Dark violet cover picture with Art Nouveau floristics. About this Stefan George ("Come to the dead park", you know...) and Trakl. You could also say: That's what a Trakl poem smells like, but even fewer people would want to follow.

How does it smell? In fact, initially black currant, but without any superficial fruitiness or acidity that, it seems, only contingently adheres to it in its capacity as an actual fruit - rather, we can smell the currant in its idea, from which everything commercial was taken off. Violet, viscous drops. I suspect that it is the lily of the valley that supports the purification work on the berry, but I am not sure. Slightly late, but with great seriousness (first as with Astor from the same house) now the caraway comes in and gives the currant with its both ethereal, as well as slightly moldy spice (pale) shine and frame (with water damage). Really, you can't imagine a sharper antipole to an "uplifting" Fresh-Feelgood fragrance. On the other hand, every gothic patchouli cliché scent is an ode to carefree cheerfulness smashed in the head voice (especially as I seldom feel patchouli as dark anyway, but that doesn't belong here).

10 points for the bold, clear design, with simple, few strokes. This is a fragrance for lonely hours with a heavy chest, a swab on the wrist, especially as it can be strenuous. If you use 100ml of Eucris in one lifetime... well. Trakl.

12/08/2014

10
Bottle 7.5
Sillage 7.5
Longevity 8
Scent

GothicHeart
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GothicHeart

Very helpful Review 4

A bottle full of ghosts...

Want to raise your stiff upper lip trait about 1000 points? Well, look no further. Now, if the lip in question has to belong to a male no matter what, then it gets even better. Eucris is screaming "MEN ONLY!" at the top of its lungs! No male chauvinism here mind you, I fancy girls who dig masculine perfumes. A lot. But Eucris is one of the very few perfumes that I can't imagine a woman wearing them. And this is as ironic as they come, since its name derives from the Greek word "Eucharis" which means elegant and graceful, and it's a...female given name in Greece.
Eucris, besides not being "female" in the slightest, is not very elegant or graceful either. It's actually so thick that it can be worn as an armour. An armour which was left for years in a musty attic, inside a sandalwood chest that once contained spices. In this attic, a fine English gentleman keeps all the items that he collected while roaming the globe and which are not impressive enough to be displayed in the main hall. But these seemingly undesired and mislaid relics are in fact the ones he cherishes the most. Like a determined and unyielding defender, Eucris draws a line on the ground and envelopes you in an aura of reverence and "I don't have time for this!". Especially when "this" is something like bitching about having being ordered to sweep the deck twice instead of once last week, while the boat you're on is split in twain by torpedoes and sinking fast in shark-laden waters with the nearest land way out of sight. Well, in this case Eucris would be the one worn by the captain, who would manage to deal with everything thrown his way, without loosing a single soul or his composure even for a second. And who would be awarded the Victoria Cross shortly after landing. Posthumously more likely.
I showed the fragrance to an old friend of mine, who loves perfumes but is not really into their history, and told him that this very bottle comes from 1912. Well, by just looking at its out-of-an-aesthete's-dreams feel he partially believed me, and what disbelief was left vanished after sniffing it, cause as he said, there's no way such a perfume belongs anywhere after World War II. And he was right...
Eucris is an oddity in our cursory times. Most perfume bottles are filled with perfume. This one's full of ghosts, but although ghosts are some sort of a national sport in England, the ones sleeping inside Eucris' bottle belong to a different kind. The one that smiles and laughs leave behind them. But all these smiles were faint and bitter and all these laughs were short-lived and sarcastic. If you have seen "Easy Virtue", Eucris is the fragrance I imagine James Whittaker (excellently portrayed by Colin Firth) would wear, if he bothered to wear any fragrance at all. Haggard but wise, and no-nonsense till the end. Like the soul of England in a bottle...