As the name suggests, Hommage à l’Homme is exactly that — a tribute to the man. But this isn’t just another generic masculine scent. This is a nuanced, layered fragrance that pulls classic elements from iconic men’s perfumery and reassembles them into something unexpectedly modern, elegant, and just a bit mysterious.
This was a blind buy for me — and frankly, I had no idea violet and agarwood could make such an addictive duo. Oud is typically married to rose in those well-known oriental formulas, but here it dances with violet leaf, and the result is something truly original. The contrast is sharp yet refined. It keeps your attention. And it works.
If you're a fan of
Fahrenheit Eau de Toilette, you’ll instantly recognize that signature accord — woody, petrol-inflected violet leaf — that unmistakable profile that manages to be fresh, warm, and polished all at once. But let me be clear: beyond the violet, Hommage à l’Homme is not a Fahrenheit clone. They share some DNA, sure, but they walk very different paths.
The opening is a surprise — more sour than you'd expect. It starts off with crisp citrus and herbal-green violet leaf, with a faint powdery undertone humming in the background. There's also this very specific vibe of that old-school Italian grape soda — violet-sweet, a bit fizzy — wrapped in leathery saffron. That floral note sticks around, softened yet distinct, resting on the shadowy warmth of oud.
As it develops, the fragrance leans more into that violet and oud duet. The oud here isn’t loud or animalic — it's a smooth, synthetic kind of oud, like you’d find in Ferrari Oud. Safe and balanced, creamy more than dirty, lending a subtle dark warmth rather than overwhelming the composition. It becomes this tug-of-war between hot, resinous oud and cool, airy violet — pulsing, unsettled, and totally compelling. Eventually, the two begin to blur into a sleek, lacquered woodiness that feels both vintage and futuristic.
Fast forward an hour or two, and Hommage shifts again. The violet softens, melting into a clean, slightly soapy stage. Not full-on barbershop, but clean in a subtle, nostalgic way. At this point, notes of hay and pepper start to whisper through, adding dryness and depth. This phase lingers the longest, mellow and grounded.
And just when you think it’s done evolving — around hour five or six — the oud resurfaces, joined by a gentle powdery musk. It’s delicate but persistent. By the ten-hour mark, it's still quietly present on my skin. I sprayed this in the early afternoon, and the next morning I could still detect it on the shirt I wore underneath. That soft oud trail? Absolutely phenomenal.
In terms of wearability, Hommage à l’Homme is a modern gentleman’s scent. Casual yet refined, reserved but confident. Projection is subtle — arm’s length, if that — but longevity is excellent. It’s creamy yet light, slightly sweet, gently bitter in the drydown. I even get whiffs of something resembling tobacco — more like the scent of an empty cigarette pack, which oddly enough adds to the charm.
If you're chasing a beast-mode oud bomb, this won’t satisfy you. There’s more oud in the marketing than in the actual formula. But if you’re looking for a quiet, well-constructed, violet-oud fusion with an understated charm — this one delivers.
I’ve had this bottle since January 2017, and every time I wear it, I’m reminded why I fell for it in the first place. Lalique Hommage à l’Homme is a rare find — a smooth, modern classic that whispers instead of shouts. And that’s exactly its power.
— Elysium