Terre d'Hermès Hermès 2006 Eau de Toilette

Terre d'Hermès (Eau de Toilette) by Hermès

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Terre d'Hermès (Eau de Toilette) (Hermès)

8.1 / 10 3111 Ratings

Terre d'Hermès (Eau de Toilette) is a popular perfume by Hermès for men and was released in 2006. The scent is woody-earthy. It is still in production. Pronunciation

Main accords

Woody

Earthy

Spicy

Citrus

Fresh

Fragrance Notes

Vetiver

Cedar

Orange

Grapefruit

Flintstone

Geranium leaf

Pepper

Benzoin

Patchouli

Pink pepper

Perfumer

Jean-Claude Ellena

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Ratings

Scent

8.13111 Ratings

Longevity

7.92560 Ratings

Sillage

7.52509 Ratings

Bottle

7.82467 Ratings

Value for money

7.71292 Ratings

Submitted by DonVanVliet, last update on 01.12.2023.

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89 in-depth fragrance descriptions

04/24/2021

9
Pricing 9
Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 8.5
Scent

FioreMarina
24 Reviews

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FioreMarina

Top Review 56

Barcelona

"I had my cards read: The One really exists and he's going to change my life. The only problem is that he probably lives in Barcelona."
We sit on two patina folding chairs in front of the only dressing room in Quirin's store amid mountains of freshly unpacked men's clothing, drinking coffee to go from paper cups. I flush down my comment about certain cutthroats' fraudulent dealings with people's hopes with a big gulp and say instead, "I would so begrudge you."
Quirin has been dreaming of great love ever since I've known him. And that's been a few years now. He runs a boutique for extravagant menswear despite being a doctor of biology, because even greater than his love of amino acids is his talent for seeing beauty in absolutely everyone. And he wants to showcase that.
Quirin's style always hits the sweet spot of maximum wow and just not the startled oh god, he lives it with casual elegance, and so is his whole shop: In the middle of the dignified Linzer Gasse, it's my haven on the way to or from work; among the other shops, it stands out like a pink firefly among noisy potato bugs. When Quirin is inspired - and he often is - he decorates his shop window: sometimes daring, always an eye-catcher and never, absolutely never does he fail to include a bottle of Terre d`Hermès in his concept. And he doesn't sell the fragrance at all. He just loves it.
"Maybe I can tell he's wearing Terre d'Hermès," Quirin muses over his coffee mug, and I think to myself that no one at all smells as good as he does. Quirin always smells like Terre and the whole shop with it. You can tell the time of day by the scent: in the morning, when the boutique opens, there's a delicate veil of grapefruit in the air, more fresh than bitter, cheerful and somehow exuberant. It is joined by a dark, full orange, rich and powerful like a sunrise over the sea. The fruity impression is captured by pepper notes, aromatic, almost floral, not spicy, and before the whole thing gets too fruity, the warm scent of cedarwood, with the sun shining on it, brings it back down to earth. Vetiver provides a counterpoint, perhaps, no, certainly it is supported by a tiny touch of patchouli, tart, earthy, dark and deep. The fragrance oscillates in this tension: light and dark, light and strong, head in the clouds and feet firmly on a warm, fragrant earth. It is a fragrance like Quirin and his shop.
People like to come to him: men who are tired of the same old jeans with the same old hoodie are enthusiastically helped by him to find their fashionable selves. When he has made one in particular shine, he sometimes coyly offers him a few spritzes of Terre d'Hermès to round off the overall impression and waits to see if the prophecy comes true.
It's not just this kind of people who visit his shop. At one point, we're just sitting back in our folding chairs, a lady in a loden suit comes in the door, looks at him and says, "You're a disgrace." Then she turns on her heel and walks out the door. We look after her and struggle for words. Then we laugh away our anger.
Another time, I drop by his house after work and find him crying while sorting some men's shirts. It's because mum is so unwell, he says. It has nothing to do with the teenagers who were just in his store. They threw the pile of shirts off the rack as they walked by, saying "fag stuff." "That's kid stuff," Quirin says, blowing his nostrils. "They've yet to grow up."
Then I go on vacation and when I come back the store is no more. It's just gone. I don't know what happened, only that it never occurred to me to ask him for his cell number. Why would you? He was always there. On the good days, I want to believe he traveled to Barcelona and found love there. On the not-so-good ones, I hope it wasn't the ladies in loden coats and prepotent adolescents of this earth who vanquished him.
What I do know is that Quirin loves fragrances and especially Terre d'Hermès. So if you're reading this, Quirin, I just want you to know that I hope you're lying on a beach in Barcelona with the sun shining on your face. I hope it's next to you and it's everything you've ever dreamed of. And I hope it smells like Terre d'Hermès.

07/28/2021

9
Pricing 8
Bottle 6
Sillage 7
Longevity 8.5
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TristanKalus
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Top Review 51

Summer rain under orange trees

The first drops fell sporadically on the dry and cracked clay. Where they splashed they left dark stains on the dusty red ground. A gust of cool wind brushed beneath the leaves of the old, gnarled orange tree, making them rustle soothingly in its wake and cooling the warm summer air noticeably. Where the warm, thick air of the day was displaced by the shower, the clarifying scent of cool rain and damp earth pushed its way to the fore, mingling with the delightfully tart aroma of the thick-skinned oranges that hung plump from the branches. The scent of wood, which emanated from the ancient tree, was also distinct now, and if one concentrated a little, one could even detect the mineral notes of the damp rocks. As quickly as the rain started, the more abruptly it ebbed away. And while the dark clouds cleared a little, the first rays of sunshine pushed through the cloud cover again.

Fin.

10/02/2020

9
Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 9.5
Scent

Siebenkäs
35 Reviews

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Siebenkäs

Top Review 32

Facts and fiction

Well, today I'll tell you something else, even if it's not.. probably no one at this table will believe me Never mind. Outside it's cold and foggy and where do you want to go? there. Just listen to me for a while Everyone of you knows the fat Kärnmeyer. Money like hay,
thick villa, 4 garages, own miniature golf course. You know what I mean all by yourself.
But how could it actually come to this?
How could he do that, as the son of bitterly poor people?

It all started in the drugstore arbitrariness. There he was employed, as a small apprentice. Shy, clumsy,
anxious. His great passion, his only escape-
gone was the reading, he was devouring books.
Preferably crime novels, often economic crime.
Even though some of them were quite disturbing.
He sometimes feared, the whole human civilization
could go down and with it the possibility of refill-
to get rolls for his silver tape dispenser.
I can tell you one thing, though - most of what he read,
he didn't understand half of it anyway. But what hardly bothered him, im
The opposite. It only made the appeal of reading for him
more irresistible.
So one day he shuffles through the most
empty business premises, while his boss, the old
Arbitrariness, sitting at the cash register, reading the picture and his
Apprentice no further attention. It's in the perfume-
department where there is the most to see. All the splendor-
full and mysterious flacons! Today he is out
in an adventurous mood for some reason.
He grabs a square bottle with "Terre d'Hermès
Eau de Toilette" is written. Terre - earth. He still knows that from
a quiz book.
And already he gives himself a few targeted spray shots
on chest and neck.
And then, practically immediately, it seizes him - almost like a
Shock. His first perfume experience. He smells and sniffs
and listens to himself. Finds no words, no
Terms for what's been fogging him up.
Only mute amazement.
No pale idea that the scent might be the
is Ellena's greatest masterpiece. That over the years
has perfected, always going into detail anew
is to make it a little bit more perfect. And
again slightly. But now. No, you could
until finally there was a perfume that you could use when you're on the road you want to be considered almost too perfect.
But not necessarily.
The typical Ellena's or also Hermès' dry,
almost austere, a little leathery, elegant, almost
arrogant citric. Directly from their middle comes a
still almost overripe fruitiness, which in fast motion
matures to patinated woodiness, without the freshness of the beginning
to lose. Is that even wood? Or patchouli?
Or is Vetiver paving the way?
It doesn't matter: it's not that simple anyway.
A lot of Iso E-Super is involved.
And certainly not just any one. It's one that.. Ellena was worthy of Terre. And it is Makes everything unpredictable, sometimes there, sometimes here.
Different day, different mood, different weather -
...that's all right with me. And yet there remains the
Terre character. Unwavering, severe and soft,
bitter and sweet. Fresh, young and very ripe.
His own standard. And not a clone of a
Clone from a clone.
Is it any wonder that many love him?
That he can't remain "exclusive"?
Quite simply because he has a ship swing brake just as
can inspire, like one for whom between the kind,
how Lang Lang plays the Goldberg Variations and the sage
like Glenn Gould did, universes lie And isn't that wonderful?
Of course, our Kärnmeyer didn't think about all this
Just a second. He didn't really think, he just felt And felt different about himself. A little more courageous,
a little more curious. A slightly different Kernmeyer There was a word he hadn't understood in
the book he was reading. Well, it was more than one But this one seemed more important to him than the others.
Why not just ask the boss?
He'd never done that before. Not once He'd be surprised.
So off to the cash desk - with Terre on the side.
"Mr. Arbitrary, what does "double
Accounting"?
Silence. Stepped in, frightened silence.
If you could smell fear... but Terre was anyway stronger.
I'll make it short. Basically, you know yourself how it is continued. Shortly afterwards, Kärnmeyer was the managing director.
Arbitrariness found shelter in Lichtenstein and soon after
kärnmeyer bought his second drugstore. And
his third. And so on and so forth
I can tell by looking at you - you want to know if the
History is true. But is that so important? Certainly not true is that perfume people really
can influence, even manipulate.
But the truth is that perfume makes us feel better about our
give ourselves and release the lines from our dreams
can. So that they become free.
Our imagination gets a tail wind, possibilities
become visible. We're getting roots. And wings Maybe this way we can reach the state that is most suitable for humans is appropriate: the head high in heaven and the feet
firmly on the - Earth.

04/10/2021

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Pricing 8
Bottle 7
Sillage 7
Longevity 9
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Hautgout

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Hautgout

Top Review 26

The overused grandpa and the men's handbag

.... which counted in the 70/80/90s to the basic equipment of the tasteless still young or already matured man - in it were chapstick, a pocket knife, a pack of Parisian with patina, ne` bag of gummy bears and an opened bag of Landjäger. Later came, if everything went really wrong Minipli hairstyle, mustache and carrot pants (topped by cowboy boots in the jargon of the time called "Clints") to it ... worse was only Chernobyl or Modern Talking with Dieter Bohlen, the success is not really right and who has still not made the jump.
TdH has temporally seen not really what with the descriptions zutun but the here In the forum again and again quoted yes abused grandpa, the seemingly embarrassing type with the untrimmed chest and pubic area and the obligatory gold chain, which must be held as soon as what does not smell like pudding or vanilla and which one in the course of the "Me-Too-Hysterie" almost already has to protect, which deserves protection? Not really... but the unfortunately redundant descriptions here in the forum would have to be actually occupied with a perfume shopping ban or "24 hours bathing in 4711".
Now to the Opaduft: It was told to TdH by the honorable fellow students already everything, so that here only a short tribute takes place. A friend of mine of the habitus would probably be counted among the hipsters has actually lost his way to this fragrance and wears it - Eiapopeia.
TdH is even what for those numerous lost, which always turn quite enraptured to the overpriced ChiChi fragrances. Basically, you have here vetiver (which triggers a "aftershave" association with most here) and the "rotten orange" from me, which is next to the bitten off sausage end in the famous sofa tip. No vanilla, no tonka. Bang.
Who really thinks of old men with the fragrance has not understood much.
The only thing that bothers is that the fragrance is worn by too many and too many "important" otherwise he would have (in addition to a few others) the stuff to the signature fragrance...

11/11/2020

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Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 10
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Eulenspieler
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Eulenspieler

Top Review 22

Fresh Flintstone

As children my brothers and I often tried to create sparks with flints. In some places these glassy chunks are easy to find and to identify for children, so we took two of these stones and hit them against each other. As I know by now, our flaring was doomed to failure from the beginning, you need pyrite or steel for beautiful, glowing sparks as a second flint. Instead of blazing flames we only got sharp-edged fragments and a strange smell in the air. Mineral, strange, a little bit biting and absolutely inimitable.

This flint-stone smell is for me the magic of Terre d'Hermès. As soon as the citrus notes fade away, the flint spreads and, together with the vetiver, creates a wonderfully mineral, spicy fragrance with a lot of depth. Yet it remains fresh and light throughout, instead of getting lost in its earthiness. The scents are perfectly coordinated and you can smell individual notes well. Even if it is more of an autumn or winter scent for me, you can wear it the whole year round with confidence.

Hermès has also thought about the design: the dark brown and orange of the packaging are a perfect match for this fragrance, especially or precisely because they are also the colours of flint. The clarity and lightness of the fragrance is again reflected in the transparent bottle and the subtle hue of the contents.

It seems to polarize if you compare the overall rating with some comments in the forum, but for me Terre d'Hermès is an absolute classic.

A timeless fragrance that will always remind me nostalgically of youthful pyromania

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