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The favourite softener among the eau de toilettes
Disclaimer: I am an older gentleman of advanced retirement age who has applied fragrances for personal pleasure all his life. I have neither an analytical nose and professional background knowledge, nor the urge to remain as objective as possible in evaluations, as far as this seems at all possible with fragrances.
Every fragrance lover knows the moment of truth, namely just that moment when a bottle repeatedly approaches the end, and you have to admit to yourself, which Wässerchen then actually counts to the personal favorites without any enthusiasm.
In my case, this is undoubtedly Lanvin L'Homme Edt. whereby I always met the company a certain open-mindedness, since the wardrobe from the same house always counted to my favorite brands.
But what is so special about Lanvin L'Homme? In a word: the freshness.
One to two spritzes transform your own self into a wonderful mountain of floral white freshly washed laundry. This fragrance does not try at all to provoke, or to attract attention, but is content with the original task of every perfume, namely the improvement of the own smell. This he does but in such a sublime coolness and aplomb that the bulk of the rest of the perfume market must suddenly seem stenzartig next to it.
The positive neutrality of lavender dominates the top note so convincingly that a light touch of residual florality from bergamot and neroli creates just this feeling.
This top note is the most detached response to Parfums de Marly's Herod imaginable. In the Harry Potter universe, my boggart would consist of imagining myself at an evening stand-up party wetted with Herod - or worse, 1 Million - next to a Lanvin L'Homme wearer.
Yet Lanvin's L'Homme maintains its scandalous balance as it progresses, with pepper offsetting the sweetness of cardamom, and a brilliant interplay of amber and sandalwood offsetting the vanilla. All of this happens in such a unified way, though, that the scent fades out quite smoothly rather than really changing. Few fragrances can claim such a coherent wholeness.
In fact, I can think of only one comparable fragrance, namely Creed's Silver Mountain Water, which also exudes a rather captivating aura of freshness, although the Lanvin fragrance comes across as one step more purified and less maritime.
Or to put it another way: if you were to wash your favorite bedding with crystal clear glacier water and Vernel, you would be able to guess the profile of the fragrance quite well.
Please don't get me wrong:
I'm not talking about sterility and brittle cleaner charm, but true perfection.
So perfect that I catch myself with no other fragrance from my collection so often,
him simply times in between when going to the bathroom just for myself to put on.
A corresponding Roja addiction would be costly at times, but L'Homme is moreover convincing with a ridiculous price tag. This fragrance is the definitve signature of every man who has nothing more to prove in life.
He is simply there, and that's good