APOM Homme Maison Francis Kurkdjian 2009

After meanwhile 6 years of Parfumo I feel tired, exhausted, it seems as if you have smelled everything before. Be it the countless new releases by designers or the highly praised niche fragrances.
Once a former teacher said "There are many good football players, but only a handful who have the talent to be outstanding" and so it is with perfume.
Sauvage, Belu de Chanel, Aventus, Epic Man or the highly acclaimed Baccarat Rouge all have good scents but lack the talent to be outstanding or even unique.

So the search continues for the one that comes closest to the holy grail. Tests upon tests. I finally stumbled upon the name Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Never heard of it! Can this guy do anything. Oh yes, I see Le Male is from him. Doubt but what the heck! Apom sounds good, high ratings why not, order sample and wait!

A few days later the sample is there. It is sprayed on without great expectations. Disillusionment! Hate! Horror! It smells boring, too much orange, too musty, too stale. The sample should be tested a few more times before it disappears for a long time, back in the cupboard.

Months later. A cooler grey Sunday. I take the bottling in my hand and I push on it. Nothing special! Lay me down on the couch and watch something on Netflix!
Suddenly a bright flash in the sky, a flaming meteor crashes to earth.
My heart beats faster, the dolls dilate, my hands are bathed in sweat. I smell these unique organs, so beautiful, so warm. I close my eyes and start dreaming. I am walking along a lonely beach at the North/Baltic Sea. It is too cold to swim in October. The wind is blowing, it is cloudy has still around 12 degrees. A single ray of sunlight comes through the cloudy sky and touches my skin. And Apom my soul!