Man Pure Jil Sander 1981 Eau de Toilette

Don't worry, it won't be a melancholy, transfigured or even unsparing review of the time of my growing up. No memories of the songs of that time, cars, motorcycles, motorbike parties, discos, concerts, no history, just so much - Man Pure was usually there. Everybody knew the scent and most liked it. 1983.

Today I feel my heartbeat when another package from Ebay is in front of me and I impatiently tear it open. Just the first splashes on my arm, this oily and resinous feeling that spreads on the skin and then -the first time smelling deeply...
Fantastic, not toppled over - not in spite of all the years, it's like 1983: Southern herbs and a clear freshness, the spices, the very, very light, clean soap smell, patchouli and cinnamon, this soft, unsweet, but extremely harmonious, almost oriental basis, which haunts you for days on end. 2020.

How many Dupes had I already tested and bought? All similar, but none even close. How many times I bought Scent 79, smelled sprayed, bunkered, the first version was still quite passable, the second one probably less, it's (only) homages, inspirations. Fine by me, also a 99% similar scent. Yes, with good will it will work.
Nevertheless- just beside it is also over! Always and with everything!

It's about feelings. It's about haptics, the aesthetics of this double-cube bottle, the removal of this cap and this broad, rich spray on the skin, the expectant heartbeat before inhalation and finally -and actually only- about...
..the scent!