Aramis 900 Aramis 1973 Eau de Cologne

1974, Wall Street, shortly before 9 a.m. on a Tuesday: I'm frantically looking for a cab, I'm running extremely late. Ah, there it is. I'm sitting in it shortly afterwards. Surrounded by skyscrapers to the left and right. A new trading day is about to start on the stock exchange. As a broker, I have to give my all again to be faster than everyone else, to earn more and more money with shares. There's always a hint of the perfume I sprayed on this morning. ARAMIS 900, which suits this job and this decade better than any other I know. The trading bell rings again, this time at the close. The day was okay, but there have been much better ones. Exhausted from the day, I wash the sweat off my face and look in the mirror: brown suit, American cut, Oxford shoes and my hair slicked back. Hm, and what do I still smell? ARAMIS 900. 8 hours later and with a potent aura.

I would compare the fragrance less to Wolf of Wall Street and Leonardo DiCaprio and more to something more serious like Wall Street and Charlie Sheen. Not a fragrance for parties or the beach. Chyphre classics at their finest. The rose mixed with the patchouli hits it straight and hard. Lemon and the animal civet can be smelled in the background. It ends with green notes. Not for little boys. This one is for grown-ups in suits who want to earn money.