Sonny94

After meanwhile 6 years of Parfumo I feel tired, exhausted, it seems as if you have smelled everything before. Be it the countless new releases by designers or the highly praised niche fragrances.
Once a former teacher said "There are many good football players, but only a handful who have the talent to be outstanding" and so it is with perfume.
Sauvage, Belu de Chanel, Aventus, Epic Man or the highly acclaimed Baccarat Rouge all have good scents but lack the talent to be outstanding or even unique.

So the search continues for the one that comes closest to the holy grail. Tests upon tests. I finally stumbled upon the name Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Never heard of it! Can this guy do anything. Oh yes, I see Le Male is from him. Doubt but what the heck! Apom sounds good, high ratings why not, order sample and wait!

A few days later the sample is there. It is sprayed on without great expectations. Disillusionment! Hate! Horror! It smells boring, too much orange, too musty, too stale. The sample should be tested a few more times before it disappears for a long time, back in the cupboard.

Months later. A cooler grey Sunday. I take the bottling in my hand and I push on it. Nothing special! Lay me down on the couch and watch something on Netflix!
Suddenly a bright flash in the sky, a flaming meteor crashes to earth.
My heart beats faster, the dolls dilate, my hands are bathed in sweat. I smell these unique organs, so beautiful, so warm. I close my eyes and start dreaming. I am walking along a lonely beach at the North/Baltic Sea. It is too cold to swim in October. The wind is blowing, it is cloudy has still around 12 degrees. A single ray of sunlight comes through the cloudy sky and touches my skin. And Apom my soul!

Until the middle of the 70's there was a small successful English film company the Hammer Films. Her focus was on horror films. Especially the Dracula series with Christopher Lee as Count Dracula and Peter Cushing as Van Helsing are my absolute favourites. The scenery, the dialogues, the scary music of James Bernard and of course not to forget the acting performance of Lee and Chusing. Sometime in the middle of the 70's the classic horror genre was sucked out. There were new villains in the cinemas Michael Myers who ambushed babysitters at night, Leatherface with his favourite chainsaw toy, and of course ice hockey player Jason Voorhees. Hammer couldn't keep up with these new movies and the completely different circumstances and went bankrupt at the beginning of the 80's!

What's this all about? Why am I describing the career of a film company? The answer is coming soon but let's get to Interlude!


About 3 months ago I ordered a small 2 ml filling of Interlude Man and Reflection Man (which I didn't find so intoxicating). Waited a few seconds sprayed on my arm and suddenly pure horror. This is supposed to be the Interlude of which so much is raved, an Oriental masterpiece. Fie, devil! It smells like decay, like a cemetery like grave water, somewhere in between burnt rubber. I got so sick of it, but still I kept him on for 3 to 4 more hours, maybe he changes again? No, definitely not! Showering and down with the stuff, which didn't turn out to be easy because it was very intense. After a hard scrub, he somehow went down. Put the sample in the cabinet and best forget forever.

The weeks went by, could that be Interlude be the most disgusting perfume there is? A short time at the tester still smelled disgustingly repulsive. I didn't dare to go to the cupboard any more and just to look at the sample made me worry. Well, it has its advantages, too, you can piss off friends with it. Hey look, I've got a very nice perfume here, actually I was just thinking. You're about to experience your blue wonder, the mixture of hell will blow your mind. Nothing no reactions. They found it normal, for some it was even an Oriental Revelation that was addictive.

How is that possible? Why do I only smell burnt rubber and death? Disillusionment spread! Maybe it's just that this scent just doesn't suit me. Again the weeks passed I overcame my fear and applied it again on the skin. A splash should do the trick! Interesting, he doesn't smell very good, but I can stand it. A few days later again a splash granted. Tasty I smell incense, leather and a little bit of Oud.

Can that be a perfume that you couldn't suffer a little bit that you cursed is now bearable even rudimentarily good? The days passed again and it was slowly a little addiction, every evening a sprayer Interlude granted. Fall asleep with this wonderful fragrance from 1000 and 1 night and wake up in the morning.

I read the comments and statements again on Parfumo. Interestingly, one user describes a djinni, another sees in it the border to heaven and hell, yet another describes the scent as Dracula's signature. Dracula's signature. Sounds interesting. Is there a classic film by Dracula. At the moment I enjoyed watching the Hammer movies with Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing. I haven't seen them for a long time and was looking forward to finally seeing them in action again. Oh, there was something else. Fast to the cabinet, a spray shot, poured out of the atomizer on the arm and pressed on the play button.

The movie I remembered. Exciting, exciting, creepy, breathtaking. The beautiful backdrops, how simple everything was back then was no big special effects just acting performance. The eternal battle between good and evil. And there he was. Black hair, a long dark cape, including a chic black suit, big, strong, defining. Dracula and what he wore Interulde Man. I couldn't get off my wrist that night. And so I learned to love him!

Don't want to lose so many words others have already described the fragrance in detail.

Smells for me actually only like penetrating synthetic vanilla, that it becomes only bad of it. You can see the oud a little bit in the background, but you don't notice it because the vanilla has knocked out the oud already in the first round.

Durability was not to be expected otherwise very good, would have done well to reduce them a bit.

Not only does he share the flacon's design with 1 million but also its perverse dirty sweetness.

Once again a phantom who mourns the community afterwards. Again an adjusted fragrance a'la Relax by Davidoff overrated up to not possible anymore, or yet rather a milestone that was set too early a'la Patou Pour Homme. I find it difficult to put him in one category with this scent.

Let's get to the scent. The opening is dominated by incense, as are the heart and base notes! To be honest the incense is so strong that I can hardly smell any other ingredient! Vanilla, basil, tarragon, no chance. Vetiver and musk definitely!
It doesn't matter, as long as you like the scent. I like it, but in comparison to Pour Homme 2 it's getting the short end of the stick.
A noble scent for the evening and for the colder season. Durability very good holds about 8 hours.

Would I have to put him in the category "Would be nice if he was back but doesn't bother if he stays away".

One thing I can tell you is a trade with a cross demon and sell my soul for this scent, certainly not.

The anticipation was great when my eyes discovered the Tom Ford department at Galeria Kaufhof. Immediately I went there to look around. My eyes fell on a few inconspicuous blue flacons from his Private Blend that I hadn't seen before.
Among them was Neroli Portofino. I closed my eyes and smelled my arm as I sprayed it on. I was expecting something special!

Suddenly a bright flash in the sky, a flaming meteor supports to earth!

Disappointment pure I can only say. Smells just like 4711, this slightly lemony orange freshness. The one you know from your forerunner. So he's supposed to be the famous Ford seducer. Quickly looked at 4711 and just couldn't tell the difference! After approx. 2 hours Portofino was still recognizable while 4711 had already said goodbye, 2 hours later the blue Bonzen Wässerchen was finished. Moment a difference there was nevertheless the price!

Attention to all by no means buy, you are fucked as a customer here. Ford just poured 4711 into his blue water and is now basking in our money on the Caribbean!