Grand Soir Maison Francis Kurkdjian 2016

In the still very cold spring about a year ago it was so far again and it grabbed me the desire for a new fragrance
What special it should be, something after which one turns on the street. Gladly may my fellow men by an unbeatable Sillage in my spell.

In countless searches on the Internet, I came across the turquoise D on Grand Soir.
The reviews read promising and especially the fragrance pyramid made me curious.
Amber, tonka, vanilla? That can only be a fragrance for me, I thought.

Since I wanted to order me anyway the Holy Grail BR540, Grand Soir was allowed to move in blindly with.
Barely 3 days later I got the message that my package was delivered in the kiosk of my confidence. I could hardly wait until it was finally 4pm and I could call it a day. Off to the kiosk.

Who knows me knows that I am a very impatient person, what packages and orders. So zack purely in the kiosk, package fetched and back in the car. Immediately the package was torn open and came to light the BR540 known to me and: Grand Soir. I was so curious that I opened him still in the car and sprayed me on the wrist.
And then ''..puhh...ehm? What is this? This is supposed to be him, the performance of the 'Grand Soir'?" Smells somehow in the prelude totally stale and after grandma. I really don't want to smell like that and no one will turn around here either. At least not in a positive sense. ''No thanks, it goes back by return mail!''

Since I have from work to home about 1 hr. fahrt, I sniffed again and again on my wrist and the closer I came to home, the more beautiful he developed.
He was getting warmer, more vanilla, yes right to cuddle... Skeptical I was still. The great reviews of the other Duftverrückten I still could not quite understand.

Arrived home were immediately presented to my friend the two new acquisitions. On the other wrist came the BR540. Then he was allowed to sniff. ''So the smells kind of funny, is quite okay, but does not have to be'' All right, so the BR540 could not knock him off his stool. Then came the other arm and now Grand Soir made its grand entrance on the sofa at home: ''Mhhh... wow... I like this one. Keep it, it smells great on you, kinda sexy, biteable''. So the man had made his judgment.

And it was true: in the meantime, GS had developed into a true amber dream on my wrist. Warm and cozy, yet special. The granny was gone and GS moulted from there until today to one of my absolute favorites.

Even today, on a rainy Monday morning in June I wear it and snuggle into my jogger at the home office. Although not a big evening but an absolute feel-good factor - Thank you Grand Soir!