Zinobvlgari

Before the 80s were over, MASERATI quickly left a real 80s powerdrive with squeaking tyres.
In fact, this fragrance reminds me of the opulent, extravagant, lavish scent of a XERYUS that was widespread in the 80s. Just as mysterious and profound and both equal fragrance gods in the Perfume Olympus.
Not from Greece, but close to the Mediterranean green-turquoise stratosphere, MASERATI EdT also encounters BLUE STRATOS, also one of this 80s squad.

MASERATI EdT, one of the less noticed Italogalans. Sweetly beguiling greenish spicy pine forest as they are numerous along the Mediterranean behind the beaches.

But the carmaker wanted to put this olfactory opulence into an 80's stiff chrome frame, which unfortunately took away the external attractiveness of the scent.
The Maserati Neptun logo is truly the best on the bottle, at least an eye-catcher. Chrome and green forest or deep sea green? Neptune's sting would be more compatible with the deep sea.

And after the Giro d'Italia, passing Neptune's empire, an Aegir daughter, Jil Sander's MAN from 1989, unexpectedly appears in the similar fragrance. Coincidence?
Although from the northern waters of the Ägir, the Roman green beard and Jil's first MAN resemble each other by a hair's breadth. Both were created in 1989 by Alain Alchenberger.
Immerse yourself and marvel to the bottom.

The stuff is sold for almost 40 whips and has as little to do with cocaine and heroin as it does with a boring provocation (hui, publicly sold cocaine, pubs full of bad pubs, her). This year, Mr Lindemann and his associates are earning their living stupidly from fan merchandising, which has to go hand in hand with provocation by default.
So RINNSTEIN äh sorry RAMMSTEIN are a prime example of how even METAL grazes all the people's fields of life to get some nonsense on the fans' shelves as long as the fire of fan favor burns. And that burns through the US support when the Rammelsteiner were still nothing in their own country, just quite high. The Americans are into martial Nazi airs and graces in Industrial Metal. Fusion of EBM Sadomaso and posige metal leather beautifully crass, with threaded synthipop candies brutally sweet.

Thus, the synthetically brutally sweet KOKAIN is more likely to find its way into the teen-house of rude Manga Suicide Squat brats and Grandpa Lindemann is not even worth a blink of an eye. So what, that's Business, made in East-Germany! How cool is this!?
Not at all. Sweet flowery everyday plörre, which are available a hundred times as copies of some hip originals at Kik or Woolworth for 3.99 €. Anyway, for Rammstein it's a huge side business.

I liked them once, at least still the first two discs, but unfortunately the Rammstein Entourage smelled coal and now collects a lot.
In times where it's hip to be among teens and twens porno, to photograph your genitals and reveal them to the public, to drill, screw and burn anything that is possible into your body (what contempt for your body, staged as the highest body art cult) and/or to be tattooed from top to bottom at just 16 years of age, you don't need Rammstein cocaine anymore, not even as a white (!) paving stone with a band logo.

Completely superfluous merchandise gimmick for DRANSEIN ups, did it again, RAMMSTEIN fans.

As far as the marketing and advertising of perfumes is concerned, there doesn't seem to be one big enough goat that isn't being shot down by the advertising fuzz here. Furthermore we created extreme confusion with hardly distinguishable flacons (incl. packaging) and their naming. That by the way, where already the reformulations have caused enough confusion.
With this Azzaro Pour Homme Intense I once again ran into this naming trap and was quite perplexed when I sprayed this fragrance on myself. Luckily I had put that on a cloth and not on the body.
Azzaro Pour Homme Intense smells like so many gourmands today who personally let my neck hair stand on end.
Somehow like Kirschwasser, but rather synthetic, the metallic note plus extra sugar! Comes across as the worst variant of Grandma's yearly extremely unsuccessful fruit for the vanilla pudding. Today's kids are on it.
I have, also just by the positive reviews (EAU DE TOILETTE INTENSE) here at parfumo, actually assumed a more intensive edition of the classic Azzaro Pour Homme (1978). But far from it.
What I wanted to buy is called Azzaro Pour Homme EAU DE TOILETTE INTENSE !!!

Concentration and awareness have not only become of utmost importance today because of the permanent sensory overload of consumers, which is wanted by the producers, but explicitly in the search for the right perfume (because of the widespread confusion of names with all its flanks).

In this sense, keep your eyes and noses open so that the first spraying does not become a shock.

A few days ago I bought a 100ml bottle from an eBay Vintage collection. Here, as with many oldschool fragrances, it must be mentioned that this is about the 2014 version. What I read about the Sillage here amazes me a lot.
My first sample on the skin was lush in different places. In the beginning citric and effervescent with the memory of woodruff. In the middle not much happens anymore, the woodruff holds himself and weakens at the end, after not quite an hour with cedar and musk to nothing.
What, what, what was that? I've seldom seen such a short performance of a perfume.
2. Try before bed. Woodruff, rosemary, cedar and musk accompany me to Morpheus' kingdom. When I wake up, there's a hint of musk and cedar somewhere on me. That's it.

The bottle reminds of a cheap version of the first Santos de Cartier.

Very disappointing this version. I'm afraid I don't know the original.
That's how The Hunting of the Lost Scent stays.

I just tested my blind purchase Ungaro pour L'Homme III. Not bad, except for this cheap one in the background, which you know from cheap shower gels or the like. If you get closer with your nose, you can smell this unpleasant Billigheimer behind the coriander-lavender-mahogany-mahogany-orange-lemon mix. I must say, in the 2019 version. I don't know the version before ReFo.
But all the time I thought, man, I know the fragrance and even better without the cheap herb. Well, what was the name of this black bottle of LaRive or another Dupé???
Looked into my collection and Bingo!, Pure e-motion (stupid name) from... OMERTA, next to Black Onyx and Création Lamis, the better Dupés.
I still have some very well done classics from OMERTA, but this Pure e-motion, now that it's quite similar to Drakkar Noir, turns out to be an even better fragrance than I could have imagined. Here is the full fragrance nuance without end of No. III and without cheap weed in the background.
Who would have thought?
When I couldn't afford the originals yet, I started in the 90s with the dupés on flea markets and I even have some leftovers, which exceed every ReFo of the original.
This allowed me to gain a lot of experience with scent enthusiasts and I can say that there have been very high-quality, sometimes almost better versions (e.g. Bvlgari Black, the rubber tire, was to be found at Lamis in an incredibly better version or Burberrys Brit as Heirloom for Him by Lamis, both sold out!).
So now I can absolutely recommend Pure e-Motion from OMERTA as a better version of Ungaro pour L'homme III. I know you're not supposed to, but, ...
Honour to whom honour is due!
...and this Dupé deserved it.

Meanwhile even the good dupés are already sold out and you pay almost as much as for the refo of the original. It's weird already, Babylon.