Only The Brave Diesel 2009 Eau de Toilette

That was quite a shock: the perfume that has been with me since its release for my graduation in 2009, of which I must have already sprayed 600ml, is given a 6.2 by the Parfumo community. Whether this is objectively justified or whether I simply have bad taste is not for me to judge. I lack any objectivity about this fist, which only the brave can cope with ;)

This perfume showed me personally and still does today what a fragrance, a bottle and branding can mean. During my time at university, I only wore this perfume out of conviction and received tons of compliments. If I had the jitters before an exam, I clenched my fist, sprayed a drop left and right and was "brave". I loved the youthful power and uncomplicated nature of this perfume. It always went everywhere and was my universally known and truly universally loved signature fragrance. I don't know how many of my friends also bought Fist, I just know that a lot of them asked me about the fragrance. So does everyone have no taste now?
My true love whispered "du riachst so guad" in my ear during our first close encounter on a shared couch in a magical dialect. It sticks in your mind and stays with you.
What may sound like a naive, self-absorbed gigolo boy at first glance could just as easily be a fist to the pampered niche noses at second glance. Of course this fragrance doesn't have an exciting scent progression, of course the DNA from 2009 isn't the latest. And yet I still like the fragrance. Because it is fresh. Because it conjures up images and situations in my head. Because it is never too loud and yet never quiet. Because it always works. And because it's the only fist that should be on the nose ;)

I ended up here at Parfumo because I felt I had somewhat outgrown the 200ml bottle, having matured from a student to a grown man (with childlike energy). I had smelled my fill and wanted to reflect my further development in terms of fragrance.
Now the bottle has been sitting unused for a few weeks and I have found my way to supposedly more exciting fragrances in the designer and niche world.

This morning, however, the path led me back. Rainy, cold and wet, I didn't really want to get out of bed. Fist sprayed on. I immediately had to smile. I just love the scent. And strangely enough, I was asked about it straight away - never the case with all the test orgies of the last few weeks! - and discovered that Faust not only looks good as a bottle in the wardrobe, but can also find its way onto the skin in my mid-30s. And that doesn't take much courage.