05/17/2025

blindy
38 Reviews

blindy
Helpful Review
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Another time machine?
My first fragrance from Carner Barcelona and not particularly the popular one among this brand’s lovers. I can understand why - and I am going to try to explain that to you.
Sandor 70’s is supposed to be another time machine that should take you back to the iconic spot in Barcelona - a bar named Sandor, back in the time it was popular - the 70’s. I don’t know how it was back then in the 70s as I wasn’t even born yet, nor can I ask my parents how it was as they grew up in the Eastern Block, so I have to rely on what I could google and my olfactory journey.
This perfume lacks character in my honest opinion: it’s supposed to be a leathery-boozy-tobacco mix that should represent cigars and booze smoked and drank countless times by the bar’s visitors while sitting on leather chairs. I get the idea yet I am with Mr. Stanislavski on that one - I don’t believe the performance.
Sandor starts off by introducing a very interesting combination of Osmanthus, Rose, suede and some citrus that to me smells like slightly rotten fruits that were left on the sun in a plastic thrash bin. Later on, this combo fades away and we’re left with something that supposed to smell like leather and tobacco. I am sorry, but I can’t smell any of that here. It’s neither a tobacco leaf smell, nor is it a smell of cigarettes/cigar smoke like in Celine’s Nightclubbing. Instead, it is something indescribable, I don’t even know how to describe the smell. It’s not something pungent or bothering - just something weird. This smell anchors me somehow and I catch myself trying to sense it again and again. I don’t have any more words to say, certainly not a blind buy, test it if you want to experience something slightly weird but not offensive.
Sandor 70’s is supposed to be another time machine that should take you back to the iconic spot in Barcelona - a bar named Sandor, back in the time it was popular - the 70’s. I don’t know how it was back then in the 70s as I wasn’t even born yet, nor can I ask my parents how it was as they grew up in the Eastern Block, so I have to rely on what I could google and my olfactory journey.
This perfume lacks character in my honest opinion: it’s supposed to be a leathery-boozy-tobacco mix that should represent cigars and booze smoked and drank countless times by the bar’s visitors while sitting on leather chairs. I get the idea yet I am with Mr. Stanislavski on that one - I don’t believe the performance.
Sandor starts off by introducing a very interesting combination of Osmanthus, Rose, suede and some citrus that to me smells like slightly rotten fruits that were left on the sun in a plastic thrash bin. Later on, this combo fades away and we’re left with something that supposed to smell like leather and tobacco. I am sorry, but I can’t smell any of that here. It’s neither a tobacco leaf smell, nor is it a smell of cigarettes/cigar smoke like in Celine’s Nightclubbing. Instead, it is something indescribable, I don’t even know how to describe the smell. It’s not something pungent or bothering - just something weird. This smell anchors me somehow and I catch myself trying to sense it again and again. I don’t have any more words to say, certainly not a blind buy, test it if you want to experience something slightly weird but not offensive.



Top Notes
Suede
Chinese osmanthus absolute
Bulgarian rose
Italian bergamot
Jasmine absolute
Heart Notes
Tobacco
Peru balsam
Sage absolute
Virginia cedar
Mexican vanilla
Base Notes
Patchouli
Ethiopian frankincense
Oakmoss absolute
Spanish leather
Vetiver








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