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Avon 1995

5.2 / 10 15 Ratings

A perfume by Avon for women, released in 1995. The scent is fruity-spicy. The production was apparently discontinued.
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Main accords

Fruity

Spicy

Green

Woody

Floral

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Apple

Blackcurrant

Bergamot

Orange

Heart Notes

Neroli

Coriander

Lilac

Base Notes

Cedar

Musk

Amber

Perfumer

Richard Fraysse

Ratings

Scent

5.215 Ratings

Longevity

6.412 Ratings

Sillage

5.211 Ratings

Bottle

6.525 Ratings

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06/13/2015

ColinM
516 Reviews

ColinM

1

Frankenstein!

“Forte” means “strong” in Italian, and boy, this is strong. I am not sure if my bottle is corrupted, but Eaux de Caron Forte is the closest thing I’ve ever smelled to the stale, moldy smell of barnyard after the rain. It’s all here: mossy, green, more pungent and “acrid” than simply citric, with nuances of wet hay, musk, even a grassy smell of wheat. And something plain “fecal”, I guess due to musk. The “fruitiness”, yes, there’s some, but it’s a sort of earthy and rotting type of fruitiness, like in Thierry Wasser’s obscure masterpiece Dalì pour Homme. The only hint of something aromatic and more graceful is bergamot, but it gets completely lost in that stinky concoction. A woody-mossy-musky-citrus scent with a ton of muscles, closer to several masculine dark fougères than to fresh-fruity stuff as one may assume by the composition. Usually this would be a “pro” for me, but here it isn’t really, mostly because it is all really too messy and screechy here. I like dark mossy scents, but this seems completely lacking in consistency and quality: it’s a really sharp and loud blend with something just almost sickening inside it, probably caused by a general cheap quality and by the clash of several heavy, and heavily contrasting notes – the mossy-stale notes, the pungent citric head notes, the musk... a bit like a poor-quality hybrid mixing vintage Eau Sauvage with a dark moldy beast like Dalì pour Homme. Kind of cheap, and incredibly persistent.

5/10

08/11/2015

5Scent 5Longevity 2.5Sillage

Meggi
1018 Reviews

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Meggi

Top Review 16

It's still getting thicker

Recently, I have come across several fragrances featuring Black Currant. I received a sample of Eaux de Caron Forte from Pluto - thank you very much for that!

The good lady is quite shy in this scent; after less than a minute, she disappears again. She gets hit by an apple. Although it is mushy, extraordinarily mushy even, that doesn't help the currant at all. What the soft apple alone cannot achieve, the glass around it does. It simply knocks the (otherwise truly potent) garden shrub out cold. A striking experience, how this botanical stinker at Bundesliga level (Champions League is played by the Stinking Geranium, which is named for a reason) is flattened by a mass of fruit.

I mention the glass because the apple here presents itself cooked down in the form of a spread. Sweetened with caramelized sugar and - it says prominently on the outside - "Now with ten percent bitter orange marmalade." I suspect Neroli is involved in this special twist in the background. It's warming up, as you can see below.

Already within the second hour, the scent retreats to the skin and shifts slightly into the bitter. In this case, coriander emphasizes its green facet rather than its spicy character. Lilac is fine by me; however, the scent is so close to the skin that with the required imagination, quite a lot could be possible.

These are nuances anyway; primarily, a sweetened, thickened, floral honey-like (perhaps apple blossom...) Neroli note is now character-defining. And every time I think it can't concentrate any stronger, I find that there's still more to come. By the fifth hour, I practically reach candied fruits. So, it really can't get any thicker!

Well, I’m curious about the progression. So, the progression - where is it? Against the dry honey, the colleagues from the base simply have little chance. I perceive cedar, but only directly on the skin; just a few centimeters away, it is gently and lovingly suffocated by the (by now) fruit concentrate patina.

And this, in turn, does not give way long after the cedar, during the sixth hour. Victorious, but dead. The fruit-sweet crystal glaze has dried and no longer smells. Where are the hammer and chisel?

Updated on 11/30/2017