Byronia

After Eau Sauvage Parfum 2012 and 2017, the 1966 perfume will finally follow, albeit 50 years later, 53 years to be exact. Like a cat, I approached Eau Sauvage. Always a little bit closer. And the other day (again in Venlo), I sprayed him on one arm. Already on the return trip my olfactory instinct seized me again and again and forced me to sniff my arm. It was getting better and better... I liked the smell of him. In its lightness, but also in its progressive elegance.

I also know a few vintage fragrances, MustdeCartier, Kouros, Eau Sauvage Extreme, and they all have the opulence of the 80s. A friend would say, "it makes me want to cry." But should I weep for the past? NO. And for the first time, I was glad not to know the vintage version, but to discover Eau Sauvage as "virgin" for me. And the good thing is that the fragrance coordinates with my skin in an "endless loop", it lasts and lasts and lasts. What stinks with others, a friend, smells inimitably with you. That's why she gave me Dioressence, of which I also have a vintage version and a newer one.

Now the wild water comes over me in its pure version and it delights me beyond all measure. Well, it doesn't affect me, but it puts a smile on my face... that's what perfumes are for. Enchant you, take you to another world. And that's why I often close my eyes when I smell and let my inner images arise...

Did I say it before? I love scents and now I love Eau Sauvage!

Do you know that? When you have no choice but to buy the fragrance and only because it reminds you of something? That's how it was with me. This fragrance reminds me of the 60s, of Sundays, of young gentlemen with white shirts, with some pomade (brisk was the name of the stuff back then) in their hair. Something "clean, fresh" clings to him. Perhaps also a Saturday evening fragrance, a touch of illusion on the dance floor of life. In this respect a vintage fragrance and unbelievably sweet. For men and women. No fragrance that makes you want to scream WHOW or that I give an 8.5 or more. The question is, do we always have to wear 8,5, 8,7 or even 9? Today a Tom Ford Oud Wood would do justice to a Sunday and all the other wonderful 8.4 plus scents. I've given this scent a 7.5, but I wouldn't want to miss it. Because it is a beautiful, if still vague memory and I am curious, where this smell will carry me illusion-technically still...but no matter where, I will simply smell good :-)

One thing in advance: I'm interested in what a fragrance does to me. But for ESP 2017 I have to go further. First I got the 2012 version. My association (head cinema) was quite clear: the young Alain Delon, who at the time modelled for the classic Eau Sauvage. I bought it blind in Venlo at an excellent price. I liked the bottle and this mossy deep green. This green in which vampires in their velvet jackets used to float their (un)being. Just the thought of being immortal and never aging has something...but I digress...so I opened the bottle and whääääm. I don't know of any scent that'd make such a parade. This fragrance took me after its prelude into a deep dark cave, a primeval cave, animalistic, itself enough. The deepest deep... I didn't want to get out of myself anymore. My environment texted me too, the scent is too masculine, too extreme, too this to that. Yes. He is. And since I wanted to get out of the cave again, it became the 2017 version. A fragrance that successfully reflects the balancing act between old school and modernity. A must have for poets, I can imagine Patti Smith well with it. The 2017 version is the best of all three Eau Sauvages I know. And Sauvage, no Sauvage may be popular, but it's more Pheromone for the masses...Eau Sauvage 2017 is...just adorable...that's it...

Kouros was my first men's perfume in the '80s. The bottle first spoke to me and then the scent. I also remember the advertisements showing a young man in white trousers in front of a Greek backdrop. The association with a Greek god seems to be wanted. And so is the scent. No matter how intellectually you enter a room scented with Kouros, it will beguile your senses. Purity, whiteness (here based on the colour) and animalistic! I admit, the scent is violent - but those who can wear it have a timeless companion in it that is unique. And in a world of sweetish/heavy (and also good) unit scents, Kouros stands out. You have to want that, and whoever wears it unites with body and nature. The spirit is left out. Close your eyes and make me...

I love this fragrance, but I had lost it over the years. It was in my memory, but like something that you think is tied to a time, like here in the 80s. Until you suddenly discover that he's been forever. Because this fragrance (vintage version, mind you) means perfection. The end of longing...
If the EdT (the half vintage) still touches paradise rather suspiciously, the perfume gently anoints your head and lets you enter: the paradise of the senses. Although I'm not sure how many more senses it hits that we don't know.
It is an abundance, an overflow of olfactory pleasures - just the end of my longing...
that's it!