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What? No comment for this Terenzi? Why?

About two weeks ago I visited the Breuninger after a long time. The one in Stuttgart. As usual I went to the perfumery. There a wall shelf with lots of Terenzi fragrances. Didn't tell me anything so far. At least I haven't noticed it since. Maybe Breuninger has also added them to the sales program. No matter. I looked at all the bottles. And their names. I liked Caput Mundi right away. Bottle taken. Sprayed on. Waited. Smelled it. Thrilled. It can go that fast. Looking at the price: €260. The 100ml bottle. Flacon put back on the shelf. Eyeballs pulled up. Further strolling. Smell on the wrist every now and then. The smell did not let go of me. It captured me. The distances between the smells became shorter and shorter. Arrived at home. Perceived the scent with closed eyes. Magically drawn to it. To the scent. Still not to the price.
The next day, right here at Parfumo. Rather low rating (6.8). Actually I had expected 7.5 plus. No matter. Tastes are different, as we all know. A rating from others says nothing about your own taste. That's true! But if it weren't for this price then...
...I'd still buy it. Cheaper, of course. Not from Breuninger, of course. I was convinced of that. My research online: at parfimo.de. And I had to laugh. Because of the name. Because of the price. Seventy-four euros something or other. Ordered. Paid for. Satisfied.

What does Caput Mundi smell like? It smells good! No. Very good. No, it's not. Exceptionally good for me
He's off to a fierce fresh start. And confused. But only briefly. Calms down and sorts itself out quickly. He deserves to wait that out. After: Lily of the valley and tea rose. Balsamic chords. A little powdery. Floral mishmash with a discernible rose. The one from Bulgaria. Some iris and maybe some saffron. The latter is a guess. Still good. It's softening. Oud is joining us. But not brutal. A lovely one. A soft oud. Sandalwood too. I'm still looking for the cedar. Later, softer. It's probably the cashmere. I have two cashmere sweaters. I like them. Four hours later. It's a dream. Very soft. Still a little powdery. A little flowery. It's the rose. The one from Bulgaria. It's still there. With oud mixed with cashmere in a triple pack. Wow! And sandalwood. I guess that's what it's made of

Next day. Smell still there. Much lighter overnight, of course. Rose and sandalwood holding hands. Kashmir must still be there. Yeah, and soft oud. I took a shower. Still smelling. Scent re-sprayed. Gone to the office. Got compliments. From women. Men were all at the home office

Yeah. Easy. Flattering. A little feminine. The scent. It doesn't matter. It's art
Fine. Heavy. Precious. A bit bulky. The bottle. Whatever. It's art. Like the perfume
Fine. Easy. Big. A little too big. The packaging. Never mind. This is art. Like the bottle

Why do I write like this? It doesn't matter. It's art. Like everything

I love perfume. I love good and stylish clothes. I love it when men show their masculinity: 3-day beard, open shirt that brings out the chest hair. And I love good parties. And I love Reflection on current occasions:

In my circle of friends I am known for the fact that I always smell differently. Well, it's always exaggerated, but for her it's just as good because I wear as good as another perfume every day. Just as the mood takes you.
Last week, it was Thursday evening, I was online here for quite some time and I discovered here in the Souk Reflection 100ml incl. 300ml shower gel in a stable box for completely €135.-- In addition to that this Reflection is "Made in Oman". Since Reflection had long since been a desired candidate, but the original price always deterred me from buying it, I didn't think long and wrote the perfume. "This is THE scent for the party the day after tomorrow to which I am invited" I thought to myself and was full of euphoria. In this euphoria, I also explained to the perfumer that I absolutely wanted to wear the scent on Saturday. "It's gonna be close, if not impossible" was my next thought. But as it is with me: happiness is often on my side. The Parmumo drove to the Packstation on Thursday evening and delivered the parcel there. And the miracle was: On Saturday morning, exactly at 12:30 pm, I held Reflection in my hands. My heart was beating and I could have embraced the whole world.

It was 6:00 now. I showered with the Reflection shower gel. The whole bathroom, no, the whole apartment was covered in a soft reflective fragrance. To melt away! "I smiled inside myself
I then slipped into one of my designer jeans, pulled a black shirt over it, 3-button open and then came THE moment: for the first time I sprayed Reflection on myself: a sprayer behind each ear, two on the chest and a spray shot behind the neck. Boh ey, what a moment! I closed my eyes and enjoyed the following silence with reflection. Indescribable! I was already thinking about the party.
At 7 p.m. it rang and a very good friend picked me up. We didn't even drive 2 minutes in his car when he asked me if I had a new perfume: "Yes, that's new. I answered him proudly: "I bought it especially for the party! "You're crazy! Just for this party???" I nodded and giggled inside myself. "But don't worry, I'll keep using it!" "Smells really good," he said. "Where gibt´s to buy this?" "Don't you need to buy it. I'll fill you up with some of it and schenk´s you!" I patted him on the shoulder. "It's a little thank-you for the ride and our friendship!" He looked over at me for a moment and had an indescribably faithful look when he said "Thank you". That's friendship, that's liking and understanding each other. I love that too!

After 50 minutes by car we have arrived at our destination. There were already familiar faces and we greeted the girls with kisses on the right and on the left and the boys with hugs. Almost everyone asked me what it was I smell like or said: "You smell good again". So the opening was saved :) It was a birthday party in a fancy location in Stuttgart. We were about 30 people and when we were together for a while it got warmer inside. Only now did Reflection unfold in its full splendour. I always smelled a tender aura around me and felt really good about it.
Yes, perfumes increase self-confidence. When the DJ hung up after a sumptuous buffet dinner, it didn't keep me on the chair anymore. I danced with others and we all forgot time. Meanwhile I only noticed that Reflection, although I was already sweating, was still stuck to me. Again and again I got a surge of scent in my nose while dancing. "Perfect! I thought to myself for the second time. Maybe it was because of Refelction or because of the great people that I would call this party one of the best I had ever experienced. In my circle of friends there are often parties at which I am present. Always good meetings, actually. But this Saturday night was something really special for me. Do you know that when you can't find words for what you've experienced? That's how I was and still am.
At 3 o'clock in the morning I was home again. Along with Reflection on me. I still smelled him. How great it was to be able to fall asleep with him.

Yesterday evening (Sunday) my very good friend stopped by for a beer. As promised, I then filled him Refelction, 20ml, and gave it to him. "Really now?" he asked me, insecure. He probably knows that this is not a cheap scent and 20ml is already a small batzen money. "Yes, I promised you!" and patted him on the shoulder again. A moment of silence came, he lifted his beer glass and toasted me with the words: "You are really fragrant! Thank you And again his brown eyes radiate this faithful look. These are moments that are tremendously precious to me. That's friendship. I nodded and smiled only as he thanked me. It's fair to say we're both friends for life. Walking through thick and thin together, strengthening each other and giving light in dark times. But they laughed just as much and did adventurous things. And when we drank the second beer and talked about yesterday's party, I was sure that Reflection would continue to strengthen the bond of friendship. Amouage, thank you for this jewel!

The fragrance Oud and I are not really good friends. What's the matter with you? Because I'm a branded kid!
Let me explain:
about two years ago I blindly bought the Dunhill Icon Absolte. He was cut 50% at a perfumery. Unfortunately there was no tester there and I thought I'd be fine. The bottle just magically attracted me. The next day, it was Saturday, I sprayed it on me for the first time. In my usual generous way. That was a mistake. A big mistake! Not only that it almost knocked me out, no, after half an hour I got such a headache that I suddenly went to the shower and rubbed and scrubbed for 20 minutes. Unfortunately the smell did not go away completely and mixed now with my shower gel smell. What a shudder! Still on Sunday I smelled the scent of the muddle on me and I didn't even taste my coffee for breakfast. However, the Dunhill found a new owner the following week. I hoped and wished that I hadn't sent him my headache. But there was never a complaint :) Since this booming migraine-like fragrance experience, I have avoided almost all oud fragrances. Apart from Tom Ford's Oud Wood and Aqua di Parma's Oud, I hated all the oud scents I had since then, although I hadn't smelled them at all.

Today however it was (again) so far and my nose should concern itself again with the topic Oud:
my charming colleague, who is totally into Louis Vuitton fragrances, brought me a sample of Micallef Aoud. "There you go. You're a man, he's probably nothing to me!" Curiously I took the sample, thanked her and when she was at her desk again, I had to take a deep breath at the sight when I read "Aoud". Immediately the memories of my horrible Dunhill experience were present again. Well, you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. And so I sprayed myself also immediately courageously a strong sprayer on the hand pulse. My dear Scholli, what a force the opening was! "Did you spray yourself with the sample?" my donor asked. "That smells delicious." My other colleagues also turned to me and confirmed the fragrance that was smelling good for them, which had spread throughout our entire office in the meantime. I have to say, I'm the only cock in the basket. Blessing or curse, you can hold it as you like ;) Somehow it was after a cigarette and I went to untgen for a smoke. While I was smoking, I kept sniffing my hand pulse. Something if you smoke and sniff perfume at the same time ;) Back in the office upstairs, I was so absorbed in my work that I didn't even think about the scent, even though I noticed it. It's actually a good sign. A sign that I can handle him. No headaches. Towards the end of the day, I concentrated again on my hand pulse and was surprised. The fragrance developed into a gentle companion: rose accompanied with oud and the flattering sandalwood I could smell. Some patchouli was also present. I couldn't smell honey directly, but I think he is responsible for the fact that this smell has developed into a flatterer.

Now, after a good seven hours, the scent has become nice and quiet, but still full. That is, he has lost little in his multifaceted compositions, except that he is no longer so cheeky.
As I'm writing these lines here, I've been thinking all the time about what time of day, what time of year, and what occasions I'd wear it. I'll take a little break and be right back ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... So here I am after a cigarette length on the terrace again and me many spontaneously the Bregenzer Festpiele in addition. Outside, open-air stage, it's already dawning. Or Wagner´s Ring der Nibelungen, or his Siegfried. Dark and sophisticated music: Just like Micallefs Aoud.
This combination certainly has one advantage: it turns the musical experience into a flattering one. For me this would be an experience without headaches, at least concerning the smell ;)

Today I was once again in the perfumery with the big D. Just take a look. I discovered some novelties, but actually nothing special about it. I was about to leave when my eyes focused on Mercedes Benz Select. The tester without a lid reminded me of the Bruno Banani flacons somehow. I sprayed there and... FLASH! "Huh???? "He shot me right through the head. "But that's..." ... Radio silence "Aventus"! I looked astonished at the flacon and, neccessarily, it was not Aventus but Mercedes Benz Select that I was holding in my hand. Exceptionally amazed, I went to the next best saleswoman I could grab and told her my impression of MBS. "Yes, you're right, it smells very similar to Aventus." I just nodded silently. "Do you have too much of the real Aventus here?" I wanted to know curiously. The saleswoman nodded, opened a drawer and held an Aventus tester against me. I checked the batch and the result showed me 2017. Now I wanted to know: I took off my sweater, so I just stood around in my T-shirt (I had left jeans and shoes on, I didn't need to take off LOL) and sprayed three full squeezed sprayers from the Aventus tester onto my left forearm, from MBS the same dose onto my right. Then I smelled coffee beans to neutralize my nose. Now the fragrance comparison: Aventus smelled quite fruity and clear and was very present, MBS also. Very much like them, really now! Ok, I thought to myself, that doesn't help, I have to have both of them for a longer time to be able to see a difference clearly. But one thing was clear: I wanted the MBS! Price: 100ml, €79.95. Goes, I thought. In the course of the afternoon I had exchanged myself with a Profumo here about Aventus by message function. Among other things also about MBS, which was then identified as Dupe. The very nice Parfumo wrote me that he had it and wanted to sell it. Well, you can guess the rest. I bought his 100ml Falcon with 90ml content from him for €30 :D

After my shopping tour in the city, I still went to eat our local Greeks. And that was the opportunity to compare Aventus on my left and MBS on my right forearm. But it's not me who should do it, it's women. And yes, there were women in the restaurant. So I went to 3 different tables and asked them to help me with a clarification. All three agreed and the adventure began. In the first one I had to make a left first, in the second one I had to make a right first and the third one could choose. She smelled first on the left. And now comes the hammer: all three, independently of each other, confirmed to me that they would like the scent on the right (MBS!!!) better. I couldn't believe my ears! But it didn't change the fact that women's noses made that decision. After this adventure I drank out of the red wine glass at my table and compared myself. So: Aventus has a better depth in the fragrance, is somewhat more complex, but also weaker compared to MBS. This is still quite strong after hours and also fresh-fruity. Amazingly, I can even sniff out a smoky note. I'm really irritated. Either I imagine it, or MBS shows itself on my skin so of aventus-like that it is almost too late! But can women's noses lie? I don't think so. They all made an honest and open impression. And I didn't enlighten them as to what fragrance was on which underam. I think, only those who are seriously concerned with original batches of Aventus can really smell differences, for laymen MBS is Aventus and vice versa.

Well, what can I say? Nothing. Nothing I'll take it the way it is!
What is certain is that I, speaking for myself, am incredibly surprised about MBS and this fragrance is almost identical to Aventus on my skin shows and develops, from the first spray to far after hours. For me a super inexpensive alternative, because I also have an Aventus. Now I can generously bring my "Aventus" aura to the people in the approaching spring and summer. I'm looking forward to it :-)

Aventus, Aventus, you didn't make it easy for me. And yet you made it into my perfume cupboard on a warm Saturday in March 2018.

About 6 years ago, or let it be seven, I don't know it exactly anymore, I discovered Aventus for the first time in the famous big D. Since I actually knew the flacons and the assortment of Creed at that time, I was surprised to have discovered a strange one for me. Curiously I looked at him and clearly I sprayed two splashes on my hand pulse. Okey I thought to myself, quite fruity and strong, not bad, but still I am not freaked out. A look at the price tag made me forget him again quite quickly after I had marched out of the big D. But the next morning he was there again - still very good to see on my hand pulse. In the meantime he had changed a bit and I liked that. But at the same time the price tag flashed up again in my memory and I unhooked it again for myself. Actually, if I consider something done for me, I can hold on to it. But at Aventus I should be disabused.
Since I often travel on business and allow myself free hours for a stroll through the city, I almost always walk into perfumeries. And every time it was there now: Avenbtus. And every time, I sprayed it on myself. It was fully automatic for me when I saw him somewhere. That went on for years. Not only my interest increased, but also the price. One more reason not to buy it, I figured. From time to time I could get a sample in the perfumeries, which I always use at meetings or other occasions. And hey, I got compliments that flattered me, of course. Who doesn't? ;) But I left it to the sample use. An Aventus bottle was simply too expensive for me.

However, the leaf should turn to a warm and sunny Saturday in March 2018:
I was bored and drove to a small Swabian town to spend the afternoon there strolling and drinking coffee. Just to go among the people. Sitting waiting at the train station, I discovered a penny right at my foot. "I thought to myself, picked it up and put it in my left trouser pocket. That's what I do when I find money. It's kind of a ritual of mine. At home, found money goes into my lost property piggy bank. The power of habit then immediately after arriving in the town also penetrated me into a cute little perfumery. No one but an elderly lady, who was drinking her coffee in a decorated porcelain cup, was in the shop. After she had greeted me, I spontaneously said what I am like: "I am just in the right place. I'm going to do that later." "Would you like one?" A Swabian never says no if he gets something for free and so we both drank our coffee while she showed me the perfume treasures of her small but very cozy shop. And as it had to happen, there was also an Aventus in the shelf. Looking more closely at the packaging, I saw that there was a small layer of dust on top. I asked the lady if she could show me the flacon in the packaging. She did and the bottle looked tip top, even with full contents. Then I checked the batch code with my iPhone, because the layer of dust on the packaging made me a little skeptical. The result blew my socks off: March 2013! "The Aventus is from 2013, so 5 years old" I said astonished to the lady who was still sipping her coffee. "What makes you say that?" she wanted to know. Patiently I told her about the batch and how to check it. A little disbelieving, she looked at the Aventus, the only one she had in her shop, by the way. Plus a 75ml bottle. "Look, this is how you can check it out," and he lifted my iPhone up under her nose. Somewhat cheeky and yes I have to admit, even a bit cheeky, I asked them about it: "And for such an old Aventus they want so much money?" She looked at me in amazement and asked me the counter question: "Young man, if he really is that old, then what is he worth to you? My answer was short and sweet: "Fifty Euros!". Dead silence. After a minute's silence, she sipped the rest of her coffee, took the Aventus and walked towards the cash register. I couldn't believe my eyes, but I followed her obediently. "Is there anything else you want?" "Thank you, that's all" I answered her and stretched out a 50-Euro bill a little excited. She checked him out, typed €50 into the till, it opened with a bell and my bank note disappeared. And then I disappeared with a gentle heartbeat and the words: "Many thanks for the coffee, the great advice and the Aventus". Outside, I felt like I was dreaming it all. But no, it was pure reality. In the next best café I sprayed my 50-Euro-Aventus on my pulse for the first time and from then on I liked it all the more!
Never in my life would I have thought that Aventus would get a place in my perfume cupboard. And as I'm writing these lines here, I look towards it with a smile. By the way, I didn't put the found 1 Cent piece into my savings account, but it is next to the Aventus bottle :-)
Sometimes, if not more often, one should probably go through life with the positive attitude I had that day after the 1 cent discovery. Perhaps one would experience there still much more such moments of happiness :-)

I wear my Aventus about once a week. Either in the office, or on business trips, or just in your spare time. Just as I feel like it right now. My 2013 batch starts very fruity and strong and then turns into a smokier tone. To go into the individual facets of the changes or to focus attention on the fragrance pyramid has already been done by others before me. On my skin, it lasts a very long time. 8 hours and more is an easy going. Even the next day I can smell it.

In summary, I can say that Aventus is already a good perfume. But I find the resulting hype exaggerated and Creed's pricing policy almost cheeky. Especially since the 75ml bottle is no longer available and you have to pay the same, if not even more expensive price for 50ml. But what soll´s. I paid €50 for my Aventus and it is worth it.

I'm sure you've smiled a lot while reading my commentary. I have to every time I think of my story and also Odyssey with Aventus. But that's how life plays. It's full of surprises. You just have to get involved and be spontaneous and "cheeky" in a positive sense.

I would now like to conclude my comment with a wink as follows: "He who does not honour the cent is not worth the Aventus".