Gengis Khan Marc de la Morandière 1991 Eau de Toilette

I can see now why the fascination. This review is for the vintage. It makes a seamlessly smooth entrance with all the elements of citrus, mosses and woods all in an immaculate state. It reminds me of a gentleman making an entrance wearing the most dapper suit in dark ivory without a single mark or crinkle. Not a hair out of place, an elegant and obviously expensive slimline watch peeking from a crisp shirt. Just to stop this being too smooth and overly slick, a saucy dark ginger spicy character dances behind the gentleman, like a smart but mischievous son, however one who is obviously very well brought up.

The two similar, but delicately discordant pair are playing games with each other. Each one imperceptibly trying to ruffle the others smooth exterior but never really causing more than a ripple in this immaculate presentation. The individual elements present themselves in the menu for the contemplative study thereof. Each for a short while like a classical jazz ensemble allowing each part of the band to shine and display their individual talents for a while before melting seamlessly back into the whole. No one note pokes out and drowns any other part. This beautifully and professionally trained proficient band play as one.

This has often been described as a powerhouse scent, but I disagree. It does possess the character of many of the eighties perfumes, but only the good parts of them, not the noisy sections. This is smart and extremely sophisticated. I bought this in a spirit of camaraderie and homage to a gentleman who has often told of it. Finally I know what he means now. A long personal curiosity finally assuaged.