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A little like the herb schnapps after the big feast
I deleted my four year old commi for "Polo", a rather harsh tear at that time, which I don't want to sign any more in view of a new model of the old-school scent.
In general - I have noticed for a good 3/4 year now that my scent preferences have become strongly focused (and shifted somewhat). Throughout the winter of 2017/18, I stood in front of my numerous gourmand and oriental bottlings again and again in the mornings and was only rarely able to get myself to use them - even with scents that I had rated as 9.0 or 9.5. Too heavy, too opulent, too expansive.
"In this retrospective, "Polo" presents itself as a soothing counterweight, and I hear the good HaraldK murmuring into my conscience in the back of my mind: "See! I've always said that."
After watching one of my favourite films, "Das große Fressen" (The Big Eat), for the 5th time, again, a nice Italian-French cheese/grape platter and a delicious Côtes-du-Rhônes-Villages, I became a little aware of what my fragrance is like.
In the course of the intensive years of perfume, I have probably eaten my fill of many large, heavy Orientals and gourmands, over-eaten them excessively like the aging gentlemen in the film, who have to be helped to poop themselves by obese ladies riding around on their bellies.
"Polo" - to get things moving again - is now completely a relaxing green, clear, slightly bitter, somewhat herbaceous scent of old school, which the gentlemen from the film could quite appropriately have used themselves as the basis of their (at least officially) gentlemanly habitus (although the film came out 5 years before the release of the scent).
The first 5 minutes are still somewhat brute - tart, very spicy, tarragon, lots of caraway and coriander, pepper. Loud sounds, a little bit grumpy troublemakers.
Then, however, "Polo" oscillates itself beautifully, quite carefully angularly, in a clean, clear spectrum, camomile and pine shift in the direction of slightly woodier, head and spirit liberating green stylistics.
Fine tobacco and slightly mossy overgrown leather form a fine base that catches an interface between lumberjack rusticity and suitability.
A bit like the soothing but powerful herb schnapps that the gentlemen from "Das große Fressen" have to treat themselves to after their turkeys filled with cream and their sugar-sweet jelly breasts in order not to burst.