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Neukölln 13: Would you prefer it to be traditional or rather classic?
D.R. Harris is a London pharmacy that has been in existence since 1790 and is a supplier to the Queen of England and the Princes of Wales. The bottles and labels reflect this. And so it is, for better or worse, with their product range as well. Currently, there are twelve rather conservatively curated products in the "Colognes and Toilettes" category, along with six shaving waters.
In terms of fragrances, you can choose from seemingly revolutionary directions like "Windsor," "Mayfair," and "Albany," as well as, for the very bold, "Freshening," "Classic," and "Traditional." This one, "Traditional," is offered for £40 for the 100-ml bottle (probably then from January 1, 2021, again in ounces...) but not to Germany, as "sorry, this product is not available in your country."
This circumstance does not cause me any depression, as I do not find this Cologne to be outstanding.
Contrary to the heavily orange-laden ingredient lists (which is why, according to the company's website, it is supposed to be a "warm fragrance, well suited for transitional seasons"), I perceive the opening as distinctly farinaceous, in other words, strongly reminiscent of 4711. I only recognize a certain individuality here in the sense of moderate elegance (off-the-rack, not bespoke), which I would have attributed to a densely woven lavender accord, if that note were not completely absent from the official ingredient list. Speaking of my presumed phantom perceptions: I also sense a slight spiciness, perhaps hinting at a serious pepper note in suit gray.
After perhaps ten to fifteen minutes, the fragrance presents itself to me as more compact and with a certain blatant, flat sharpness, which Frau von Spee, known for her laconic fragrance classifications, likes to refer to as "toilet freshness," although she probably did not intend to refer to toilet water. Even after about two to three hours, Traditional, another difference from the Cologne reference cologne, is still clearly perceptible (albeit only close to the skin), and now it is again more pleasant, namely as a successfully wafted orange-sweet-lemon-zesty dessert.
All in all, a fragrance that reinforces my prejudice that colognes on the continent, from Spain to Turkey and from Sicily to Berlin, thrive better than on the rainy island.
And this applies to both the classic and the traditional.
In terms of fragrances, you can choose from seemingly revolutionary directions like "Windsor," "Mayfair," and "Albany," as well as, for the very bold, "Freshening," "Classic," and "Traditional." This one, "Traditional," is offered for £40 for the 100-ml bottle (probably then from January 1, 2021, again in ounces...) but not to Germany, as "sorry, this product is not available in your country."
This circumstance does not cause me any depression, as I do not find this Cologne to be outstanding.
Contrary to the heavily orange-laden ingredient lists (which is why, according to the company's website, it is supposed to be a "warm fragrance, well suited for transitional seasons"), I perceive the opening as distinctly farinaceous, in other words, strongly reminiscent of 4711. I only recognize a certain individuality here in the sense of moderate elegance (off-the-rack, not bespoke), which I would have attributed to a densely woven lavender accord, if that note were not completely absent from the official ingredient list. Speaking of my presumed phantom perceptions: I also sense a slight spiciness, perhaps hinting at a serious pepper note in suit gray.
After perhaps ten to fifteen minutes, the fragrance presents itself to me as more compact and with a certain blatant, flat sharpness, which Frau von Spee, known for her laconic fragrance classifications, likes to refer to as "toilet freshness," although she probably did not intend to refer to toilet water. Even after about two to three hours, Traditional, another difference from the Cologne reference cologne, is still clearly perceptible (albeit only close to the skin), and now it is again more pleasant, namely as a successfully wafted orange-sweet-lemon-zesty dessert.
All in all, a fragrance that reinforces my prejudice that colognes on the continent, from Spain to Turkey and from Sicily to Berlin, thrive better than on the rainy island.
And this applies to both the classic and the traditional.
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