Davidoff Davidoff 1984 Eau de Toilette

Davidoff and fragrances deserve a well-earned trilogy.
From the fourth entry onwards, it noticeably became mediocre, so later works will only be mentioned in passing.

Three fragrances, three masters.

In a two-year rhythm, these compositions shook up the men's fragrance sector in the German-speaking world during the 1980s.

Peter Schmidt designed the elegant bottles with their delicate sevenfold grooves on the round sides.
He was also responsible for the clear design language at Jil Sander during that time. Even Wolfgang Joop signed him on.

The first strike in the Davidoff company went to Edouard Fléchier, conductor of bombastic sound dimensions of the 1980s.

1984.

Four years of Thatcherism and a delicately young cabbage blossom began to accelerate on the highway.
The initial difficulties of the early 1980s were mastered through healthy redistribution of wealth to the top and magnificent national debt, slowly golden fruits of investments began to sprout. And an affluent middle class was allowed to make the cash registers ring.

Somehow magical.

Come on, let's let The Cars croon their Magic, the sound is so characteristic of that 1984.

That same year, the matching car, the Mercedes-Benz series 124, hit the market, which was later called the E-Class.

I mean, is there really a need for further elaboration on the cultural impact on our federal republic?

Certain fathers at the automotive zenith behind picket fences in suburban gardens.

But how should they smell now?
After all, the quality of their clothing was rising, their image needed urgent polishing without shocking anyone.
The Chypre genre has proven to be quite suitable.

I was still too young and rebellious at the time to carry the following dive into the herbal, even the herbal. Nevertheless, I liked to smell it on the fathers of my clique.

To you fathers in honor…

Hiss!

Mr. Fléchier knows how to get straight to the point.
Young, Pershing Two rockets full of limes, lemons, bergamots, and whatever citrus grows on trees burst into the nose, instilling fear in the Warsaw Pact. Plus, these chopped herbs for the perfect meat marinade, well-seasoned with extra thyme.
I can already see the hot grill glowing from the Hollywood swing.

For from the base, it smokes super pleasantly, as incense and green vetiver were a bit eager to ring in the well-deserved weekend after a hard day's work.
Just barely avoided the annoying traffic jam on the A66, zooming towards sunny peaceful suburbia and leaving Frankfurt/M. swamp behind.

I will get to the heart of the fragrance, as it is initially hard to discern.
Daddy's secret.

Let's stay in the base, which is unmistakably territory-marking.
If the children are in danger of getting into a tight spot, dad is ready with leather and strong beaver musk to save them at any time.

Yeah, John Saxon as Lieutenant Don Thompson can chase Freddy Krueger from Elm Street away thanks to the herbal superiority and wooden cedar club.
Who wouldn't have wanted such a dad back then?

But since conscientiousness is not only desired as a noble virtue but also rewarded, our fragrance magician Edouard Fléchier offers one of the most beautiful medals of iris root.

My goodness, he knew how to shape this noble plant in a herbaceous masculine way, not sweet or powdery at all. Its scent represents the steadfast rhizome, which only allows for the chivalrous bloom. A rootstock thus carries the family tree.
Here a nobly reserved rose, there a loyal servant of jasmine, all wonderfully tangy and sour framed by vetiver.
This coat of exquisite origin is quite difficult to discern amidst the powerful herbs.

Almost like a task in the never-ending story, in which Gerald McRaney, the lovingly concerned dad of Bastian, only wants the best for his son.

Did I mention the patchouli?
Dark, earthy, and mossy, covered with a hint of salty sea breeze.
Wonderfully maintained!
After all, one stands firmly with both feet in life!

Just like our chief inspector Leo Kress (Rolf Schimpf) with silver hair.
His suit gray, his Mercedes 124 gray, his everyday life gray.
But he always fights for good and holds great value for duty and order. And for Henry Johnson (Charles Muhamed Huber), the herbal heartbreaker of the special department.
Davidoff also wafted along the Isar. And creates the transition to perhaps the most important aspect.

For those who now believe that eroticism should be lacking in the fragrance are mistaken.
It is precisely the crashing of the herbs, the leather straps, and the unmistakable musk of the beaver with a certain something from jasmine that must have fit like a second skin for that German Olympian of the 1984 Los Angeles Games, Jürgen Hingsen.
Here, eroticism impresses with hard power and endurance.

So, there's something for everyone.

However, I'm not so sure if the men of Herbert Grönemeyer were targeted as the fragrance's audience back then.
Maybe.
But actually, yes.
Yes, definitely!

So, for anyone still wearing skinny jeans at a certain age, riding a cargo bike loaded with kids while keeping an eye on their smartphone, and younger at heart than Alwin Matthias Junior in Koppe, they should definitely try this fragrance through their nose.

Well, feeling envious of the ancestors?

I, for one, am glad to have experienced such a knockout, both in terms of scent and family.

Today, I guard this steadfastness like my own eye, a precious treasure!