Sagamore Lancôme 1985 Eau de Toilette

Memories are priceless,...so they say!
That's not quite true! You can indeed pay for them. Even a lot if they mean something to you. This also happened with Sagamore. I wore this fragrance for the first time at the age of 20. None of my perfumes has remained more vividly in my memory than this one, because I had to say its name too often. A name like a battle cry. With none of the fragrances I have ever worn have I been approached about a perfume as often as with Sagamore. By both men and women alike. The heavy gray bottle that lay in the hand like a scepter. Filled with elegance, masculinity, charm, and immense sensuality. A scent that touched, that led to touches, and that seduced. Whoever it may be! So many voices in my ear saying: You smell so good! So many people asking me: You smell so good,...what is that? The coat check attendant who took my leather jacket and pressed her face against it with both hands and said: You smell sooo beautiful! Sagamore had conquered them all. Including myself! He was a friend and a silent observer. A confidant and a witness of his time. My time! With Sagamore, I have run up the hills of life so many times. We have fought so many battles together. In good times and in bad. He was gone for a long time. But now he is back and we have so much to tell each other!

Sagamore
The top note is sharp as a sword. Green and citrus-spicy cardamom opens the dance. Followed by light and herbal hints of lavender. An almost piercing entrance. After just a few minutes, Sagamore begins to develop into the heart note. Very masculine and herb-floral notes start to show. Geranium sprinkled with zesty-spicy ginger. The jasmine is so fine and skillfully placed that you can only sense it and it becomes just a gentle whispered accord. Then it quickly transitions into the base where Sagamore lingers for hours. An almost green-brown, dark moss spreads over all the notes and is coated with a creamy-resinous and buttery soft benzoin. By the way, benzoin and moss is one of the most successful and seductive combinations that can occur in a men's fragrance, in my opinion. It is precisely this combination that gives Sagamore its endless warmth, depth, and sensuality. Here too, the still-present vetiver accord only supports and makes this unique scent even deeper, warmer, spicier, and more masculine.

Conclusion
I waited almost thirty years to wear this fragrance on my skin again like a coat of arms of time. I could have had it much earlier. Lancôme had given it new life. But I didn't want any distorted thoughts, memories, and experiences. I wanted my old confidant, friend, and warrior back. The scent with which I have so often run up the hill of life. The one who had experienced so much with me. The one who knew so much about me. I wanted him to tell me the story of my life like only a friend can. He is a vintage, and unlike me, he has remained the same. But fragrances also know no age. Fragrances are captured memories and emotions. They bring us back to our youth through time. Back to ourselves. Fragrances tell stories and things we may have long forgotten. They help us through tough times and share with us the deepest secrets. They sometimes have their price, but memories fundamentally do too!

The closest friend is a fragrance.
Sagamore will always remain that!

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