Figment Man Amouage 2017

... when I was 16 and drove from town to town to see my favorite band live. Unfortunately, the holiday work money was never enough for a hotel, so I slept in train stations. Once, in the cold autumn, I slept on a station toilet. It wasn't really windproof, so the cold wind kept blowing musty scents of wilted flowers into my face. A cleaning lady had not seen this toilet for a long time either, which is why the smells from outside were combined with urine and station trash.
Figment Man takes me back to that night, which is why I keep smelling the bottle and loving him. However, it is absolutely not wearable for me. I will probably sell him again and if necessary bottled before two three drops to return every now and then to the station toilet