10/31/2020

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ThomC
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Self-deprecating workhorse
I have been convinced for quite some time that the people at Bogart in Paris are discreetly self-ironic. I mean, to create a perfume that is kitsch-associatively called "Riviera Nights", packed in an unadorned 90s flacon without any conspicuousness - you have to have that much minimal taste first. But less is often more and we all know that Bogart's products always stand for handwriting and certain idiosyncrasies. They haven't really thrown out real flops on the market, according to my perceived truth. But I dare to doubt that "Riviera Nights" must have been a huge success - the company from Paris certainly has quite different market hits in its portfolio than this one. Reason enough to take a close look at it (for this very reason).
To be honest, I wouldn't want to miss it anymore. "Riviera Nights" is a quiet, office fragrance, a light summery perfume without frills. The name does all the associative work. It's a workhorse. But it is anything but a synthetic or even aquatic, because the Riviera Nights has nothing of that. Bogart's typical strong individual scents, all stuck in their place, are well composed, and with an astonishing sense of style that says: don't attract attention - just to attract attention! Dark citrus notes, dried fruit. The spiciness comes from grated nutmeg, and in the drydown a strangely rough earthiness like freshly mixed plaster. I also like his Sillage better than his opening. Only - in contrast to other Bogart traditions - it doesn't last very long on the skin. That may be okay. His field of application should not be.
Scenario for this: Saint-Tropez. Holiday bungalow. Midsummer. He's just coming off the beach in a sweat. She, his secret lover of 25 years, sends him to the nearest Intermarché. Shopping for dinner. Shortly before closing time, he no longer feels like taking a quick shower. Sprays "Rivera Nights" on his white half wet shirt. He smells quite good now. She thinks so. He's leaving. So he can be seen and smelled in the Intermarché. That's what she said to him. Give him a quick one. She's got it all figured out. He thinks so. Riviera Nights.
To be honest, I wouldn't want to miss it anymore. "Riviera Nights" is a quiet, office fragrance, a light summery perfume without frills. The name does all the associative work. It's a workhorse. But it is anything but a synthetic or even aquatic, because the Riviera Nights has nothing of that. Bogart's typical strong individual scents, all stuck in their place, are well composed, and with an astonishing sense of style that says: don't attract attention - just to attract attention! Dark citrus notes, dried fruit. The spiciness comes from grated nutmeg, and in the drydown a strangely rough earthiness like freshly mixed plaster. I also like his Sillage better than his opening. Only - in contrast to other Bogart traditions - it doesn't last very long on the skin. That may be okay. His field of application should not be.
Scenario for this: Saint-Tropez. Holiday bungalow. Midsummer. He's just coming off the beach in a sweat. She, his secret lover of 25 years, sends him to the nearest Intermarché. Shopping for dinner. Shortly before closing time, he no longer feels like taking a quick shower. Sprays "Rivera Nights" on his white half wet shirt. He smells quite good now. She thinks so. He's leaving. So he can be seen and smelled in the Intermarché. That's what she said to him. Give him a quick one. She's got it all figured out. He thinks so. Riviera Nights.