Yatagan Caron 1976 Eau de Toilette

FSK note: This comment is unsuitable for lovers of gentle and friendly fresh scents. Furthermore, it offers no valuable information for friends of political correctness, (pseudo-)morality, and “good taste,” as this fragrance resides beyond that. Sensual eroticism is sought in vain here - YATAGAN IS UNRESTRAINED, DIRTY SEX!

As already wonderfully described below, I would also like to duly celebrate this captivating and atypical fragrance with a few lines. Yatagan is different from anything I have smelled before; this scent is so eminently masculine, so delightfully vulgar, and in an extraordinarily ostentatious way. I completely agree with my predecessors: those who wear Yatagan couldn’t care less about causing a stir or provoking; rather, they do so precisely for that reason. This is a fragrance that has no interest in pleasing - Yatagan wants to polarize, it loves contrast, is unruly and uncompromising, it loves lust and keeps the light on. Above all, however, Yatagan is one thing: incredibly interesting!

Yatagan does not ring; it does not wait with flowers or sweetness; it barges in through the door and spreads initial discomfort. The already frequently mentioned loud but stimulating celery note is undeniable and accompanies the fragrance all the way to the fading base. A whole army of herbs spreads out and opens the door to a veritable animalistic apocalypse - style and class are not really found here, but rather a noteworthy wicked and shameless presence; Yatagan overwhelms, it turns the virgin into a whore. Here, romance is buried on unchaste, bare skin.

I am sure Peter Steele wore Yatagan when he spoke of God hanging between his legs, Henry Miller had it on his skin when he moved many critics to vomit and applaud with his literary masterpiece “The Tropic of Cancer,” and had Caligula long before had the opportunity to call Yatagan his own, he would probably have bathed in it. The scent is, in a way, a stinker, yes, but genius in its kind. Here, Mazzolari’s Lui and his companions perish in the dirt and fog left behind by Yatagan.

Due to its unmistakable and immensely intense scent notes, Yatagan has an above-average sillage, the longevity is phenomenal, and the target audience is definitely male. However, the question of wearability remains open, as Yatagan is certainly not a fragrance for all occasions, but rather a scent for special events and certain hours, or to put it in Shakespeare’s words: “Courage rises with the occasion.”

CONCLUSION: Anyone with a penchant for unusual, provocative fragrances should definitely test Yatagan; those who want to divide the opinions of their surroundings and attract ambivalent glances should wear it, and those who want to book a journey into an extravagant world full of allure and wickedness should buy this elixir for their guaranteed ticket - “Sex is the salt in the primordial soup of evolution.”