Modern interpretation of an Italian classic ... gone bath
Everything used to be better. Which is not always true, only if you draw a certain comparison to devalue something new. Well, 20 years ago, maybe even 10 years ago, you could reach into the Bvlgari shelf at will and got a really great smell under your nose. Unfortunately, I haven't had this feeling for a few years now. My ecstasy was hard to put into words when I first noticed this wonderful olive green colour of the new fragrance and then read "Wood Essence" on the bottle. I had hope ...
Grey cardboard with olive green field and golden writing, that looks so noble, Bvlgari can do that! The well-known Bvlgari Man bottle is also raised to a whole new level with this scheme. Congratulations I like that very much, almost so well, that anything but a blind purchase at this moment would mean an useless waste of life time ... wouldn't this little angel named accountant sit admonishing and warning on my right shoulder and whisper wise words to me every now and then ...
A few sprayers and a few minutes later I was indeed full of thanks for my testing of the olive liquid at the turquoises. First of all, Italian green wood accents surrounded me with plenty of citric freshness notes and I already imagined myself in long lost times, when an Italian gentleman scent was still a statement, a sign to its environment, a commitment to set the tone for the rest of the day. But unfortunately these typical tones are only very soft, have hardly any base, weaken quickly and don't have this clean-soapy base that many love so much about these classic vintage fragrances. Instead it will sting at will and after not even 30 minutes with me powdery and unfortunately God very sweet notes through and soften the green and woody impression.
For me something that doesn't belong together because it doesn't fit together. I've smelled these synthetic-looking coriander and vetiver notes in combination too often, they are now completely arbitrary, worn out and sucked out, even in the absolute mainstream scents. They may be supposed to give the Italian macho a modern image, but if you close your eyes to the scent, you can literally see the eternally grinning teenager from a Disney children's evening soap, whose only goal in life thanks to gender mainstreaming is to take part in a dance or sing contest and then drive to Patagonia in an electric car to watch penguins breed there. As if by a miracle, these notes don't want to keep very much on my skin and the radiation is only halfway good in the first hour. After not even two hours the fragrance experience is limited to 5cm above my skin, after four hours it is hardly noticeable even for outsiders.
A fragrance with a very appealing beginning and then a terrible twist. One would like to place the wonderful bottle alone in the tightly closed display case, with the note never to open this Pandora's box.