Emporio Armani...lui/il/he/él/男... Giorgio Armani 1998

In the early 2000s, I wore Lui. Back then, I couldn't articulate what set it apart from Adidas, Puma, and others that vied for space in the bathroom cabinet of my first shared apartment. One thing I could say, without being able to name it specifically, was: You are something special. Lui became my constant companion. Not a single day did he have to stay at home. To parties, during my apprenticeship, for job interviews, to Sunday brunch at Mom's. Lui became my first signature scent.
Several moves later, he fell into oblivion, only to be rediscovered by me about 20 years later.
Today, I enjoy wearing him again. He has lost a bit of shine over the years, but old love doesn't rust. In the office, I feel less well-dressed without him than with the other high-flyers.
On my skin, he unfolds a fresh, not too overpowering, woody effect, which is still subtly perceptible even after 10 hours.
For me, a successful office scent that adds an extra touch of seriousness to any appearance without seeming forced.