Private Number for Men Aigner 1992 Eau de Toilette

Private Number was a spontaneous blind buy, as it was available for €5.99 for 50ML at Rossmann.
I just picked it up.

That was a mistake!
A huge mistake, it is the only blind buy that has disappointed me, and I mean the full program.

First of all, I want to mention that I still have 40ML of the 50ML, which I would gladly give away to anyone interested.
Throwing it away is out of the question; I’d rather clean my toilet with it.
Oh wait, I can’t do that either, or the coating will peel off.

The first spray made me exclaim, "Ieeeehhhh, what is this stuff?!"
I had no other association except pure disgust.

This fragrance has no development; it is just there and lasts 8 hours on the skin, which is the only positive thing about this scent.
Why did I even spray it on my pulse points?

Are there already cracks, redness, or even bloody wounds visible? No, thank God not.
But Private Number has the potential for that.

I can't pick out a single note from this fragrance; that’s something a perfumer has to achieve first.

It smells like that plastic fruit with a wave of mold and some rotten wood.
The sillage is quite decent at first, but it falls flat in the next 1.5 hours and is skin-close after 3 hours.

I am not averse to synthetic fragrances at all; there are plenty of synthetic scents that are really well made and you can hardly tell they come from a chemistry kit,

But Private Number is THE olfactory madness when it comes to tastelessness,

It is unfortunately a crushing comment, as this fragrance simply makes you want to run away.

If I take Private Number literally, it kills my desire for a private number, and I mean massively.

"Mr. Aigner, you have nice fragrances too, but you might want to skip this one; otherwise, all the men who wear it will become asexual, and then we have a serious problem."