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I have never been to Turkey....
A blind purchase. Bam. Bull's eye. And then a quirky, Turkish cheapie from HUNCA, over thirty years old. These are exactly the kind of stories I like. But what is the most beautiful story framework if the scent itself is no good? But that's exactly what it does, and how. A wonderful coherent fragrance, a kind of flux compensator to the eighties. I have never been to Turkey, but deep down I have the feeling that I smelled it over and over again a very long time ago. Although it was released just under 1990, stylistically I want to place it earlier in the eighties. But so what.
The flacon? Okay, given. Black with gold font, somehow bisserl ugly, but typical for its time. Hardly trash factor. But on the skin he makes a wonderful figure. Don't misunderstand: this is not a highly complex noble fragrance, but a kind of wonderful bourgeois lentil stew with bacon and fresh homemade bread and good cheese to go with it. An authentic for around twenty euros. A real charmer, then, who is abhorrent to ostentation, but loves continuity.
On skin he gives himself wonderfully through-composed. No single scents stand out, it is an impeccable melange. Unkitischig, but broad-legged with the mindset of the eighties. The drydown gets more interesting: it becomes more and more harmonious, all the individual notes seem to magically come together. Musk with vanilla peek out the most, but both again very subtle. It actually seems Southern European, evoking associations with dry landscapes. Has something warm. Like a sultry summer late afternoon on the Mediterranean. Foreign smells on people and city. Great.
Its durability is slightly above average - a nachsprayen never annoying. The longer it lingers on the skin, the more elegant it appears. Everything done right, Hunca.
In the well-known category 'For fans of...' the Jagler is comparable to the 'Sergio Soldano Black' from 1985 and with the pseudo eighties 'Bogart One Man Show Gold'. Frankly, I have all three of them on my skin right now. The Jagler stabs them away. Any questions?
The Jagler seems almost meek and different from the countless soap-leather Mackers from the '70s and early '80s, which, yes, operate somewhat on the 'know one, know them all' principle. The Jagler doesn't. A great oldschooler at a joke price.
The flacon? Okay, given. Black with gold font, somehow bisserl ugly, but typical for its time. Hardly trash factor. But on the skin he makes a wonderful figure. Don't misunderstand: this is not a highly complex noble fragrance, but a kind of wonderful bourgeois lentil stew with bacon and fresh homemade bread and good cheese to go with it. An authentic for around twenty euros. A real charmer, then, who is abhorrent to ostentation, but loves continuity.
On skin he gives himself wonderfully through-composed. No single scents stand out, it is an impeccable melange. Unkitischig, but broad-legged with the mindset of the eighties. The drydown gets more interesting: it becomes more and more harmonious, all the individual notes seem to magically come together. Musk with vanilla peek out the most, but both again very subtle. It actually seems Southern European, evoking associations with dry landscapes. Has something warm. Like a sultry summer late afternoon on the Mediterranean. Foreign smells on people and city. Great.
Its durability is slightly above average - a nachsprayen never annoying. The longer it lingers on the skin, the more elegant it appears. Everything done right, Hunca.
In the well-known category 'For fans of...' the Jagler is comparable to the 'Sergio Soldano Black' from 1985 and with the pseudo eighties 'Bogart One Man Show Gold'. Frankly, I have all three of them on my skin right now. The Jagler stabs them away. Any questions?
The Jagler seems almost meek and different from the countless soap-leather Mackers from the '70s and early '80s, which, yes, operate somewhat on the 'know one, know them all' principle. The Jagler doesn't. A great oldschooler at a joke price.
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