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Old Hunter 2020

7.3 / 10 24 Ratings
A perfume by G Parfums for women and men, released in 2020. The scent is resinous-spicy. The longevity is above-average. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Resinous
Spicy
Green
Animal
Woody

Fragrance Notes

HoneyHoney Absinthe wormwoodAbsinthe wormwood Blond tobaccoBlond tobacco LeatherLeather SpicesSpices VioletViolet CastoreumCastoreum CuminCumin LabdanumLabdanum PatchouliPatchouli Tonka beanTonka bean VanillaVanilla OakmossOakmoss

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Ratings
Scent
7.324 Ratings
Longevity
8.019 Ratings
Sillage
7.520 Ratings
Bottle
7.820 Ratings
Submitted by Jo13579 · last update on 09/30/2024.
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NuiWhakakore

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The Last Winter
The old hunter pushes heavily through the underbrush, the trail clearly visible in the damp earth. Some hairs are stuck in the resin on the tree. They are still warm, the scent is unmistakable. The trail is fresh, no doubt about it. The grasses are already dry, just like the herbs, just like the moss. All life seems to have already fled from the landscape. Winter is not far off, the first chill is already in the air. He must make the kill, he needs it; it is uncertain whether he will survive another winter. An hour ago, he found some wild honey. That gave him a burst of energy, but it is soon running out again. Suddenly, the stag stands before him in a clearing. He can smell it, almost taste the blood. The stag glances at him briefly and walks away slowly, as if to mock him. The hunter does not pursue it. He is too tired. He will remain without prey and lay down to sleep in his warm den. The snow will cover everything, and whether he will awaken again in the next spring is uncertain.

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The Old Hunter opens sweetly, spicy, and warm with a distinct cumin and resinous, slightly bitter notes in the background. I perceive it as animalistic right from the start, though I'm not sure if this is solely from the cumin and resins, or if castoreum is already involved here. The blend is a bit dirty too, just enough to be appealing. I don't recognize any grass, and tobacco is only very subtle. However, it has a herbal note that likely comes from Artemisia, along with the slightly bitter note. Therefore, I don't find it green, but rather brown. Patchouli is also more damp-earthy than green, but it briefly brings in an almost fruity note. The honey is a spicy forest honey, which is clearly recognizable but fortunately not overly sweet. Oakmoss is also present, but not juicy-cool, rather dry and spicy.

In the base, the Old Hunter becomes increasingly creamy (tonka), the honey becomes more pronounced, and it also gets sweeter, though not sweet-sweet. The vanilla becomes noticeable as well, but well integrated, so it doesn't bother me here. The spicy, animalistic notes (now from castoreum) are thankfully retained, albeit somewhat softened.
Old Hunter is a gentle and warm scent. Spicy resins and a distinct but pleasant animalic quality characterize it. For me, it also radiates a certain melancholy, making it well-suited for autumn.

Before speculation arises: the old hunter in the story is a bear. Whether he will awaken again in spring is doubtful, but that doesn't matter; such is the course of life, and at least the stag is not sad.
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Jo13579

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The Wild Hunt
For days, the old hunter roamed through the forest, his small cabin at the edge of the woods untouched for days. He and his son had lived there alone for a long time, as his wife had passed away when their son was still a teenager and young in years. A fever had taken her, when the autumn storms had arrived early, and the relentless rain tried to whip all strength from the creatures of the plains and the forests. The boy had grown up quickly. He had to, for the inhospitable solitude of the endless taiga demanded merciless and deadly tribute from anyone who could not steadfastly resist its dangers. Now the old man was searching for the same, lonely and desperate, the scent of a small fire in his nose. Although it had long since gone out, the sharp whiff guided him through the underbrush, to where his boy seemed to have camped during one of his first solo hunts. He broke into a small clearing, where he could see the extinguished remnants of the fire. The smell of the incense, which the men of the deserts and steppes sold annually in the small villages in the south, filled his nostrils. Softened by the wind - and yet the old man smelled that too much had accidentally fallen onto the embers before his son. Not much further, he found him. Cruelly disemboweled by massive paws, the remains of his deceased son lay among the grasses and bushes of the forest floor. The old man began to dig, deeper and deeper, until the roots of the larches and birches obstructed his path. He lifted the corpse, closed the empty eyes of the young man, placed a final kiss on the forehead of the bizarrely contorted head, and folded the tattered hands. Wrapped in his own old coat, and with his father's bow on his chest, he buried him. A small cross made of twigs adorned the disturbed earth. Only now did the old man collapse weeping and filled with pain on the grave, cutting his palm with his knife, and swore revenge for the blood seeping into the ground. He looked around and immediately saw some bloody fur tufts on the bark of a nearby tree. Bear fur. The sweetish wafts of incense had become a trap for his boy, the claws and teeth of the bear merciless. The old man crept away, bloodthirsty and with sharpened senses. The hunter's spirit had given way to the instincts of an animal. The buzzing of bees startled him. A hole in the tree trunk, plump filled honeycombs. So much more tempting than the deceptive incense of the boy. But the direction of the wind had taken the decision from the bear, the spirits of the forest sealed the fate of his son. Darkness descended over the surroundings, only sporadically did the light of the moon break through the dry treetops. A rustling, the cracking of small branches. A chalk-white beam fell upon the animal. With bloodshot eyes, it looked at the old man. The injuries, punishments of an unjust fight, and hunger had turned Master Bruin into a bloodthirsty monster. It rose on its hind paws, stretched its head toward the moon, and let out an infernal roar. The old man leaned against the back of the tree trunk, letting the bear approach him. They did not see each other, but both felt the presence of death. Cruelly and relentlessly, the beasts were to meet, as the old man turned from his cover and desperately stabbed toward the heart. The only thrust he had, for as the knife slid through the ribs, the claws tore into the man's chest. They fell to the ground together. As the man's lungs filled with blood with each gasping breath, the warm, sweet blood of the bear flowed over him. The blissful smile of the old man froze. Retribution.

A warm, woody scent with very nicely integrated incense. Young Hunter in calm and better, may they both still find peace ;).
Updated on 02/12/2021
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In gnarled huts
Old hunter
And
Little beaver
Drives honey
Through caraway-brown barks
Loaded with labdanum
Tonka rustles
Through dry earth...
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It's got something! Reminds me a bit of the leather-dominated men's scents from the 80s. Physical, leathery, slightly beaverish, distinct.
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Nut and breadcrumb
carry the beaver through winter.
A sweaty trail in sweet grass.
A last drop of honey
on patchy brown earth.
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Due to a penetrating green, metallic tone (wormwood?) with an incense note, it's hard for me to bear.
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The Hunter is older, but it hasn't gotten worse. Mossy herbs and cumin with animalic notes become earthy, resinous, smoky with honey sweetness.
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hairy honey skin in a leather jacket
twisted cigarette in the corner of the mouth
dry ice fog
in the background Carl McCoy
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Explored trails in the moss
Sneak peeks over herbaceous green meadows
Sweat drips over resin-sticky camouflage
Honey bounty tightly clutched
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The old hunter seems rugged-earthy + a bit aloof, but then reveals his essentially gentle honey-tonka nature in the beaver forest. It's something.
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First oak moss, then pale grass, then both dipped in honey. Overall sweet-herbaceous. What is it trying to hunt, I wonder.
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Father Beaver wanders through the reeds
in the autumn morning mist
cumin soap in his fur
tobacco honey on his rodent teeth
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