Yatagan Caron 1976 Eau de Toilette

I took a long time to make this comment. When I bought this fragrance in 2019, my expectations were very high because of the comments here (especially from @Konsalik-though thank you now!). Also because of the very combative naming...
It was probably also due to my very untrained nose at the time that I put the scent down under the category "nice and warm" when I first wore it. I wore it subsequently in monthly intervals. Whenever I was just fed up with the favourites in my collection. My surroundings perceived the fragrance differently. Commentary collection: "old-fashioned", "dusty", "for grandpas" but also "what is it?", "never smelled" and "I would like to be able to wear it", "super classic". I have to admit that Crowdpleasers don't really fit my character. I would love to wrap myself up in Gaultier Le Male, Chanel Egoist and the like. You smell really nice. From my life, character and age, "nice" just doesn't fit anymore. Neither for the people who know me well, nor for myself. With 45 you have already experienced a lot and you have also taken some scars from life with you. These scars are also the edges of my character. And my fragrances should underline this! Over the last half, Yatagan has become a faithful companion. Not to every situation. Not to every mood. There is too much polarity in the fragrance due to age and ingredients. The polarity of the fragrance is for me now the silent power that rests in it. A silent power that connects and grounds me to my own life story. It simply creates a powerful centre. And I certainly do not want to rest in my middle all the time. But life, which a few years still experience as an adventure. But the old adventurers need more moments of center and congruence from their mid-40s on. In the moment and to their own history Now how can this fragrance be described? As with all grandiose compositions, this is also extremely difficult for me with Yatagan. The individual components are so masterfully interwoven that no single component stands out strongly, but delivers an olfactory total work of art. It simply smells like Yatagan to me. Very great art. I'll try it anyway..
Preferably with an olfactory experience from my childhood. Friends of our family was a married couple. He was a Viennese ex-diplomat. Born 1910. She a few years younger. Childless. Again and again we were invited as a family in the early eighties to their villa in the 18th district of Vienna. The lady of the house was a world champion cook and hostess. My saliva still runs when I think of her crumble cake. She was also a very well-groomed lady. I remember she always smelled of perfume. I was 8 years old in 1983 and my brother was 6. My younger brother, my mother and the lady of the house were always busy in the garden with the Yorkshire Terrier. Because of my mother's overflowing love of animals, my father was a little saturated with pets. Ditto the master of the house regarding the Yorkshire Theatre. So both were equal in the living room and each took a seat on an armchair. And so was I, at eight years old. I was incredibly fascinated by the furnishings of this living room and the stories of the widely travelled diplomat. I sat silently in the corner and followed my father's intellectual conversation with this gentleman in the three-rowed heron. Of course I did not understand anything. But I didn't care. On the one hand, the diplomat's appearance was unprecedentedly confident. Even my worldly father could forget his immanent fluency in his stories. On the other hand, the diplomat was a passionate pipe smoker. And it was most fascinating for me to witness this celebration of the selection of tobacco, the selection of pipes, the plugging of the pipe and the pleasurable smoking. The whole living room was also decorated with ancient artifacts of his various destinations as a diplomat. One meter high African statues with erect penis, masks in all colors from South America to ward off the evil spirits, burial artifacts from ancient Egypt, coins from ancient Rome and a lot of Greek vases. Also the extensive library contributed its own to my fascination. The diplomat smoked from his pipe and told me about long gone times of his professional life. The smoke of the flavoured tobacco (sherry, whisky?) filled the living room with a pleasant, slightly sweetish smell and entered into a most wondrous olfactory combination with the patina of the artefacts. The living room bordered on the terrace. I remember that the terrace doors were open, and the lavender placed there, animated by the mild summer breeze, made a further contribution to this olfactory event. At some point, the lady of the house came by with the crumble cake freshly freed from the oven. In the wake of the Yorkshire Terrier. So the whole thing still got a slightly animalistic touch.
If I did not have this childhood experience, to this fragrance, I would be unable to describe it adequately.
I'll try a conclusion anyway:
Top note:
steamed vanilla on a barborshop bed
Heart note:
Coniferous wood becomes stronger
Base note:
Amber and musk in the gentle form accompany head and heart
Durability on cotton and linen plus 10 hours
Durability on the skin about 6 hours
Sillage is perceptible at 1.5 m for the first hour. Afterwards the scent projects on the skin. Only perceptible under 20 cm. But this is very, very pleasant because of the amber
When is this fragrance wearable? Always at temperatures below 25 degrees.
When does the fragrance work? Best with a shirt
Who can wear the scent? A man in his mid-thirties. Provided he is not a yes-man and is himself a distinctive personality.
You should have a certain amount of patience to experience this magnificently composed fragrance!
When would I not recommend this fragrance? Not for a rendezvous and not for the gym or a day at the lake in summer...

Person to the fragrance:
https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudolf_Slatin
Song to the fragrance:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e52IMaE-3As
Drink to the fragrance:
Glenmorangie Nectar d'Or