Gellert

I hold my nose to my wrist and am overwhelmed by an intensity that no other perfume could match. As if I were on a spiritual journey on the island of Isley and sway back and forth between the distilleries Laphroig, Lagavulin and Ardbeg. Still a little dazed, I hike up the Highlands and dive into a sea of herbs. As soon as I arrive, my inner eye tears me away from there and sucks me into the harsh tea gardens of Assam. Then it gets a little softer and I can relax in the plantations of Darjeeling. A scent that now represents my signature. Massive and yet of a fineness and variety that I know only from Tom Ford's more expensive products. The finish is long and pleasant, a truly remarkable perfume that leaves an honest authentic taste!

The young lady at Dougles in Kärntnerstraße took the time to allow me a little trip through the world of Tom Ford's fragrances. With this scent I got caught between Tibetan temples and their incense, paired with the aroma of a Highlandpark whisky of longer aging. Later, sweeter components also appear, to finally linger in a Japanese teahouse, the scent still hangs on my hand, soft and yet expressive. One of the best scents I was allowed to smell.