Grey Flannel Geoffrey Beene 1975 Eau de Toilette

A review of this time-honored fragrance? And then with some fuss like top note, heart note, base note, a bit of bergamot, possibly some iris, at the end maybe a touch of almond? Pah!

We have here: An accurate, gallant and at the same time correct fragrance gentleman, which seems very English to me (Edit!). (Even if its creator was American, as attentive commentators rightly noted) He doesn't need to show off with some splashy chord, he doesn't need to bend somehow in the course to come out somewhere else at the end. It has made up its mind from the start: green it is, plus a little floral and soapy, as befits its age. But unlike, say, its younger sibling Jaguar for Men, which brushed its forest origins to masculine with some swanky, crashing citrus notes, Grey Flannel doesn't feel the need to unbutton its shirt and let its chest hair hang out 80s-style. He is the archetype of a dignified man. Proleterei is far from him.

Could you wear in the 70s, you can wear today, you can still wear in 40 years. The prerequisite is always: you do not need to run after fashions. Which is also a statement.