Tuscan Leather. Finally. After about 26 years of egoism. A new smell in my life. Thank you.
How did this happen? After all, I was always happy with Egoiste, no matter what I tested, I didn't like it. Then shortly before my wife's birthday I had the idea to find her a new, very good and expensive perfume. Expensive because it's the same for me.
The next day I felt something like envy in me, not the bad one, but the longing one. I wanted a new fragrance as much as I did. But where to look? I was too lazy to go to the perfumery, too often it was for nothing. So Internet research. On Parfumo, where else. Some Tom Ford scent was in the top 100. Not my thing, but that's how I got his Tuscan Leather.
I've seldom read such a controversial book about a scent. I was interested. Strange, if there's a lot of critical voices, it makes me all the more excited. Raspberry, leather, incense... hmm, there used to be something. Exactly, I remembered that in my childhood I liked to sniff a pair of leather gloves, because it smelled leathery- fruity, raspberry somehow. Long forgotten, but recalled by the descriptions here. Now it was clear I had to have that stuff. Thought twice, hmmm, I'd have to buy it from a retailer. I want the original. 30ml, 50ml, 100ml... phew, that's pretty expensive. But there, 250ml, there was right, especially with my discount code that price/quantity ratio. But still a lot, for a fragrance you don't know.
Anyway, that's when the gambler inside of me came through. All on black, all in, 250ml. Ordered untested. Sometimes I'm really not all there...
The day the package was supposed to come, I was extremely nervous. Then there it was. The box torn open, the box in your hand, foil off, the moment of truth. Suddenly that fear comes back. What if I get nauseous in a minute? So let's go, or I'll never find out. The giant bottle, carefully opened. I see, no spray head. All right, then. A drop of the lid on my hand. What's that? Relieved because there was no nausea. Irritated and surprised, because that's not how I had imagined it. There was nothing sympathetic about it, at that first moment. But it was pretty gross. After about 15 minutes, I suddenly laughed to myself. Suddenly everything was there. Leather, smoke and the raspberry, the sour one. Now I knew I'd won. It was intense, untamed and wild. And it got better and better the longer it was on my skin. That's what I was looking for. That's what a scent must be like. The longer on the skin, the better he gets. This is the correct order.
This will be my scent for the days when it matters. Not everyone likes it's great. I don't want everyone to like me either. But my wife had to like it. And he did. Victory all along the line.
Why the original if there are some good copies? Well, I'm not a copy, I'm an original. Tuscan Leather and I. That fits. We'll be together for a long time. 250ml long. At least.