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Rock you like a hurricane
Hello? Yes, hello! Just look at me and read on. It's me. Davidoff. Yes, Davidoff and only Davidoff. You can skip the Classic addition. Or do you see it anywhere on my packaging or bottle? See! Not there.
I am the first from Grandpa Zino. His first men's fragrance. You heard right. Even though his "Zino" came out later. Silly to name a fragrance after yourself, right? Admittedly, not much came after Grandpa's death. All rubbish. Only that weird fig scent with that "Hey, let's sing 'Kumbaya my Lord' around the campfire" name was still quite decent. Good Life. Also a silly name. But that one is gone too.
Just like me. The Vermeil? The one in that cheap plastic lighter? Yes, that one is really good. I must admit. But only 90%. Smells like someone diluted me with currant jelly. I am the original. Or do you see it differently?
How do I smell? Are you serious? You don't know me? Pah, then test me. Or read the other comments.
No, seriously. I am the epitome of a classic scent. Lemon. Zesty-refreshing. Herbs. Basil, thyme, mugwort. Naturally. But I’m not an Italian pasta dish. Just to be clear. The whole thing is rather lightly bitter-herbaceous. Beaver cool. Yes, but not in the intensity like my old buddy "Antaeus." A bit of soap, a little leather added. The whole thing remains invigorating-green. Perfectly balanced. Done. High perfumery can be that simple. No one seems to manage it these days. Yes, old Eddi could do something.
Oh! Almost forgot. You can smell me all day long. But I won't overwhelm you. No worries. The whole durability and projection thing is something hardly anyone gets right these days.
Oh yes, the 80s. The title? Well, just 80s. Scorpions.
I don't want to brag, but some consider me THE men's fragrance par excellence. Just so you know.
Regards
Your Davidoff. And only Davidoff….
I am the first from Grandpa Zino. His first men's fragrance. You heard right. Even though his "Zino" came out later. Silly to name a fragrance after yourself, right? Admittedly, not much came after Grandpa's death. All rubbish. Only that weird fig scent with that "Hey, let's sing 'Kumbaya my Lord' around the campfire" name was still quite decent. Good Life. Also a silly name. But that one is gone too.
Just like me. The Vermeil? The one in that cheap plastic lighter? Yes, that one is really good. I must admit. But only 90%. Smells like someone diluted me with currant jelly. I am the original. Or do you see it differently?
How do I smell? Are you serious? You don't know me? Pah, then test me. Or read the other comments.
No, seriously. I am the epitome of a classic scent. Lemon. Zesty-refreshing. Herbs. Basil, thyme, mugwort. Naturally. But I’m not an Italian pasta dish. Just to be clear. The whole thing is rather lightly bitter-herbaceous. Beaver cool. Yes, but not in the intensity like my old buddy "Antaeus." A bit of soap, a little leather added. The whole thing remains invigorating-green. Perfectly balanced. Done. High perfumery can be that simple. No one seems to manage it these days. Yes, old Eddi could do something.
Oh! Almost forgot. You can smell me all day long. But I won't overwhelm you. No worries. The whole durability and projection thing is something hardly anyone gets right these days.
Oh yes, the 80s. The title? Well, just 80s. Scorpions.
I don't want to brag, but some consider me THE men's fragrance par excellence. Just so you know.
Regards
Your Davidoff. And only Davidoff….
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