Stinki

is completely cloudless, sunny and a little cool like this fragrance, which was completely forgotten by me for over 30 years. Through a review read by chance from here, I tried to transport this scent (I once owned it) from my memory to the present day - no way, I didn't succeed at all. So it could not have been that good. Then the usual game, how expensive is it in the net ?: 4,60 EUR (impudence!). You can't spend money unnecessarily in public at the moment, so give it to me. And it was not a bad buy. A little bit citric, lavendery in the beginning. Then medically with a minimal WC fragrance stone note and next step slightly sweet, fresh and I call it once light emerald green powdery leaking. Minimal synthetic, but not disturbing. You notice it is not from this time, but that should not be a mistake, but there is no trace of oldfashioned. No Christmas spices or resin, even beautiful. Covered but perceptible, even by the wearer himself, which I always find important. It is the perfect scent for a day at the sea: optimistic, intimate and easy. This fragrance has a unique selling point for me: it gives the wearer a new or better said different perspective on fragrances.
The most likely choice is probably a discreetly cozy mixture of Brut Faberge, Biotherm Agua and Felce Azzurra.

it's the only EDT (and I even own it twice) whose name I can't remember at all. Is it now a name from BRD, Switzerland or from GB, the manufacturer is called Juvena ... pfffttt.
Now that I have found out the real name in the bathroom, it is G-Man from Gainsboro (comes from Gainsborough, similar to Marlborough). These are British regions, or cities, after which nobles are named or traditional ones are named after their surnames. Thomas Gainsborough was the latter, although with the former on the best of terms and in addition sensitive or rather subtle painter and the status after the upper middle class of the early 18th century. English, rural idylls, which usually provided the setting for portraits of gentlemen and ladies of noble rank, were his metier, which, as far as I can judge, was quite skilfully executed, although stylistically not quite my cup of tea. The fragrance was probably intended to faithfully reproduce the master's intention, namely a pure, dignified and noble atmosphere for personalities who demonstrated a not insignificant sharpness and seriousness (without appearing threatening). In my opinion
...it turned out pretty well. A spray of musk constantly draws fresh geraniums, roses and verbena forward like a foil that has been pleasantly softened by soap, without taking its meaning away. Vervain is immediately familiar to anyone (if you point it out to him) who likes to have stomach bitters (like me). It is a pure male odour, somewhat bitter and gallly, slightly acidic, salty metallic (Fernet Branca) - in other words, like heartburn the other way round. But with rose, geranium and soap, ahhhhh.
Thomas Gainsborough, sometimes I'd like to be someone in your paintings

Rose, geranium, talcum, wood, leather, aldehydes, some soap plus horse.
A fragrance about which one does not make too many words or poems, because it is like a cathedral
is in the chronology of male perfumery.
Conclusion:
Fresh Bulgarian Rose trimmed to conventional and slightly masculine. A high, fascinating and
hypnotic aroma for a king or a killer that does not seek or need applause.
Use it or leave it, Aramis 900 is beyond reproach.

If I had to describe this fragrance minimally, with only one attribute, and/or one note, I would say: a
ultra dry, infertile, set, bitter, but overripe lemon - the friendly, but determined,
stoically opens the door to a formally different world and time. This door stands in a quiet, noble neighborhood of an old but eventful city in the uplifting tomorrow's freshness or one of the hazy evening moods. It is made of thick, very solid, dark green painted oak wood with six rectangular compartments and a silver Art Nouveau door knocker in the upper third.
Underneath is a shiny metal plate with a name engraved on it, swinging but unfussy. She stands reserved and almost a little lonely there, but by no means uncelebral.
A scent emanates from the door gap, which does not remind of a refreshing towel of the 50/60's, but
something much further back in the British fog.
Something incomparably unsentimental Sensitive, unromantic, yet excellent solidity evoking, almost military friendly. Supremly correct, 100% male, without the slightest sexual innuendo.
Sublimity in its purest form. Nobles understatement on bottles. Petitgrain and vetiver,
steamy covered by strong, unsweetened English pipe tobacco ( who knows Dunhill Nightcap) plus moss
do here the magic of the past empires.
Apicius asked the question: For the man without qualities? I write: this EDC will/was from
Men who acquire characteristics not through a fragrance, but through a not
wonder-original, but masterfully perfected fragrance their very own exhalation(s); that of a formally
other world and time.

Once again I comment on a new Interparfum version ( see Lagerfeld Classic), which gives me a jag fresher
(without synthetic or character loss) and therefore pleases better than all its predecessors.
At least the ones I knew who were "more stiff" by adding oakmoss. Is not always so
my cup of tea. The original original is not yet in the hands, resp. in the nose got, should also
difficult. Good job Interperfume, very good job. By the way, you have here from an EDC an EDT
made - I award 9.5 out of 10 points.
.. Oh britannia, britannia rules the waves.

is right here now.
Naturally more ethereal, less tangible and he doesn't want to be afraid anymore.
I know or owned Dunhill for men and somehow he didn't really like me, although I would have liked him so much. The reason is the following: I know a nice, white-haired (full), but quite certain, approx. 75 year old gentleman, who would have been visually perfect a British colonel of the colonial era (incl. giant schnauzer). This man always smells of tobacco original (M&W) and often I wanted to ask him (theoretically) if he would like to have this scent in better (Dunhill for men). Of course I did not do that, the reaction from him would most likely have been a bird show, or something like that, rightly so.
However, I had once worn Dunhill for men and he met me (again with TO) and I noticed that I had more in common with the mid-70s white-haired colonel than I liked and I am not that far yet.
But now back to Avon Black Suede. Avon's perfumer must have had this colonel in mind as well in 1980, who he would have liked to rejuvenate a little, but still wanted to leave his destiny to him. It should be less leathery, bitter and musty, but the tonka bean a little sweeter. Its stiffness should only stand out or better reach out subliminally through fine, weak herbs and spices. Rather like a weak perfume, rather than a heavy EDC, he should appear. Unfortunately, the chief physician made a small mistake during this rejuvenation cure, which he knew in advance and could not avoid; he had to synthesize; on the one hand the non-existing means - on the other hand to take note of or better said to perceive his buyers of this ultimately not failed rejuvenation cure.
The true, real and unaffected colonel can wait 25 years for me.