Métal Hurlant (2015)

Métal Hurlant by Pierre Guillaume
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Métal Hurlant is a perfume by Pierre Guillaume for women and men and was released in 2015. The scent is leathery-synthetic. The longevity is above-average. It is still in production.

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Fragrance Notes

Musk, Leather, Fuel

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Scent

7.0 (58 Ratings)

Longevity

8.0 (49 Ratings)

Sillage

7.0 (49 Ratings)

Bottle

7.7 (52 Ratings)
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7.5
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Stanze
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Stanze
Top Review    18  
Jean- in the car accessories department of E. Leclerc
According to the booklet enclosed with the sample collection, PG (also called Peter Wilhelm by me) wants to rebuild a motorcycle trip on Route 66. A Harley on asphalt. Chrome, paint, rubber, petrol and leather in the wind of Arizona. A blond, tattooed, bearded biker with Ray-Bans. In my opinion this is more the blond bearded normal French (they all like cars) in the car accessories department of the E. Leclerc Hypermarché (a huge supermarket). Maybe he's wearing a leather jacket, too. Just like normal leather jackets. He's smaller than the blonde biker should be, but maybe as wide, but maybe he's also small and sinewy and dark-haired (that's most likely). His wife is pregnant right now and is always bitching because he buys so much stuff for the car. But he doesn't want to lose face in front of his friends either. His name is Jean-Pierre, or Jean-Jacques, at least something with Jean-. He's a good drinker to go with. His hobby is motocross, but now that the child is coming, his wife finds it too dangerous. In 18 years, when the boy (?!) is out of the house, he can certainly drive again. Until then, he has Métal Hurlant.

I smell mostly rubber and petrol. I hardly notice anything of the musk, not even of the leather. Which is why I'm assuming that artificial musk+artificial leather makes rubber. Fortunately, it's not animalistic on me. I find the scent very funny and therefore keep the sample. I sprayed it on myself for the second time today, it can't be that bad. Or I just got totally used to Peter Wilhelm's weird stuff. Also family tester M finds it quite pleasant and funny. But he also had to test all the PGs and so he might have succumbed to the charm of Mr. Wilhelms. Family tester Q finds all the PG-Aquats terrible or does not smell them (maybe a blessing?).

I wouldn't buy it unless I changed profession and became a car accessory salesgirl. You never know. You can certainly wear it with motocross. You don't even have to drive yourself. It also goes well with burnt bratwursts, which were traditionally served with motocross in the neighborhood coffee of my French home coffee. Fits also well to car races in my current much better known neighbor coffee. Also ideal for hobby mechanics or people who have had something made of metal and now want to pretend they built it themselves. There is such a thing.

Métal Hurlant is unisex and you can probably wear it all year round (although not daily). The packaging is certainly functional and noble at the same time, as probably always with PG (I'd say from one PG perfume to another).

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Achilles

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Top Review    48  
What good is the most beautiful weapon if it is not loaded?
Oh, an update. Well, it's a date. First of all: it means (in the third person singular: needs. Don't "need" me. You're driving me crazy.)
To the general matter (Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Akzent is Arial). When the temperature in the Republic is around 45° in the shade, I have to wear malicious, heavy and third-ugly scents from my collection (in public). What's the matter with you? Sadism perhaps, no, fun - definitely sadism. I love it when people rattle in the train (if I ride along, that's all I get out of it - esoterics, you're asked), and not because one of the most frequented tracks in Berlin is the fact of not opening a window for fear that grandma croaks from the sixth row from the left: "to make, I've got gout!". Strictly speaking, I wish I had the scent for longer than 2 years, because the public deserves to be throttled preventively.

Metal Hurlant is an answer to people who even early in the morning are not able to spend cent sums on a deodorant BEFORE they can spare 5 minutes of their precious time to shower - Kouros and Duro are rather stimulating, that's why I avoid these testosterone prods in public. Horror. As far as I know, most households are supplied with hot water (not standing statically in front of it like a raw lasagna plate, please).
The fat man, who bent my seat grip beyond recognition when he wanted to reach his own, and is in a pair of tight cycling pants stuck in inverted pyramids, is supposed to suffer just as much as the philosophy student in her 20th semester, who looks cheekily at other passengers' displays. Oh well, we don't want to forget (use names), that her obö (is the oboe called? Goethe isn't called Göthe o_O either) is cramped and hopes not to have to interrupt the music lessons because of a disturbance of the otherwise so meticulous Berlin S-Bahn traffic.

Meanwhile I feel incredibly well to smell of nail polish remover and brush cleaner, oil change, bicycle chain and gasoline, hoping (present active - shit participle.) - although I have no expectation after the long experience - the rows may lighten up. A course to be hoped for (finally, Gerundivum - so secretly my favourite in Latin lessons, and fortunately the Bachelorette is running tonight) would be to live my existence in a Hellraiser (Pinhead!)-like aura in the train. Let them be tormented as I am by their forearm forearm ignorance. Also applies to the gym. Not that I had any visions of getting a hose.

To the fragrance: depilates the conditions west and east. From the carrier. Unless you love the smell of: ATU. Motor oil, which has a small leak in every fourth bottle, Sonax, Nigrin (I can't help it if that's what it's called), the tank, where the greasy tank hoses are the reference and not the minced rolls, entering a garage in winter, stone floor, collar of a leather jacket...musk in the blazing sun while refueling, that's Metal Hurlant. Whereby, this "calculation" doesn't always work out, there are few, who find exactly THAT great (except me, among misantropes at best the equally adjusted partner, you just have to look at it in context, situatively it rarely becomes clear). If you find them, hold them until the eyeballs bleed
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