I own a bottle of Jazz Club as the result of a blind buy due to a super sale.
Let me start this off saying, that I usually love experience perfumes. If put something on and am transported to some time and place memory or false nostalgia, I'm up for the trip, and on paper this is everything I wanted. The name, Jazz Club, with the description of rum and tobacco backed by the scent of vanilla and styrax that promise the smell like the wood in the bar itself instantly made me think of being in the 1950s slipping into a club to catch a set by some unknown artist who later ends up playing with Bags, Monk, or Trane. But this isn't that smell.
This isn't the smell of the possibilities a night out can bring; this is the smell of walking into the bar the next day to pick up the credit card you left open. The rum is dark and soaked in, the smell of rum spilled on a bar or drying in the bottom of some unwashed glass. The tobacco is stale and sweet, the smell of overbearing rank stale air of a bar that's had no air circulation for 8 hours. The citrus is the dull and smells like the industrial stuff they're using to clean the bathroom floors, and you're catching a whiff every time the fan shifts. So maybe this is an experience fragrance, but that experience is more closely related harsh sobriety, dopamine exhaustion, and a hangover.
All this said, even though I feel this fragrance is unbalanced in a way that makes it far too dark and overbearing, it still smells good. The problem with it is that when I look at my collection almost all of the time I feel like I could smell better.
