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"Out of the Dark - Into the Light" - or: The problem is the wearer, not the scent!
So my third comment will now become a matter of the heart.
Everybody knows what Jean Paul Gaultier's definition of masculinity smells like, so I'm not going to try to unravel the pyramid in my amateurish manner.
No. My heart bleeds after reading the comments here, several of them saying you can smell the "penetrating petrochemistry" (Ashton) of the "asshole brother" with the beautiful sister (Dutchi) mainly in the "village disco" (MartinGE).
There. You can argue about tastes. As you can see very clearly here: It leads nowhere.
Some hate him, some love him. Others have a kind of love-hate relationship.
I'm joining the latter group.
What I hate about that smell:
The carriers who think there is no tomorrow and therefore they have to empty their full bottle today - the one with 200ml capacity.
The wearers who wear the scent, hoping to drop any panties with it, whether it suits them or not.
What I love about the smell:
(My comment, by the way, refers to the or a 2016 version, which won't run out of ink so quickly, because I use it sparingly and have a dupe at home in addition to it)
He must have met me for the first time when I was a child, because when I heard him a few years ago on a man around 25 and was blown away, I also had to think of a somewhat older relative.
Well. So I smelled this perfume on a man, bald, with a well-groomed, short beard, strong, with broad shoulders, freckles and blue-grey eyes.
He, the man, would never have caught my attention if I hadn't noticed this scent in the crowd
I came very close to him, had bumped into him by mistake or was pushed in his direction. Nevertheless, the man remained very polite and showed me with a gesture of his hand that my stammered apology was not really necessary. This man there, who smelled so outrageously good, had no distinctive male or rough voice, he looked like over 30 already in his mid-twenties, but his voice sounds to this day (yes: we are friends to this day) as if you had a boy in front of you.
The contrast is for me what the perfume the man was wearing also represents: "Le Mâle" is strong - spicy - and soft - gentle and creamy - at the same time, sweet but also fresh, it is different from a not to be despised part of its wearers not chubby, although it has a very high self-confidence.
"I am ready because it is time for our pact of eternity." (Falco - no, not a perfume user, THE Falco, for me as much a genius as the one to whom "Le Mâle" is owed)
For me, a life without "Le Mâle" was, is and remains possible, but not desirable. I don't want to be without him and I won't let anything or anyone spoil the joy I get from him
I love the sailor, not necessarily the way he looks (here we are back to the proll) and if I had never bought him or even tested him, I would have noticed him through the advertising, but I love, appreciate and adore him - so much so that I not only use him for me at home as a pillow and room scent, but also wear him myself, much to the delight of my girlfriends. I use one sprayer, two at the most. This is enough to get me through the day.
The sailor may stand for masculinity, but in times of emancipation and blurring gender boundaries, I take the liberty of claiming this treasure for myself