Ormonde Man Ormonde Jayne Parfum

I am writing today about the 40% perfume variant. Not the EDP version.

The scent swirls heavily and olive green inside a similarly heavy glass bottle, and there is something calming about gently swaying it back and forth.
And like its color, the scent is also for me. Connected to nature, piney-woody-earthy with a fresh breeze gently blowing over it.

The OJ is not one that seeks attention or craves compliments. And precisely because of that, it receives them all the more effortlessly. Because everyone wants to encounter a person who smells like this.
The baby that is placed in its father's arms for the first time.
The 6-year-old daughter whose hair is tied into a braid by her dad. Or the son who attentively watches his father while he works and wants to have such big and strong hands like his dad one day. And that smell.
The wife who nestles into her husband's arms. The good friend who is embraced in greeting.
It is simply the scent of a straightforward and upright man. No matter what role he is currently taking on and fulfilling.

And that is exactly why this scent is the first scent I would love to smash on the floor. In front of my door. So that it breaks and its contents spill over my entire entrance, and its scent remains there for all time and can be perceived. For all who step before my door.
And when they step out of my door. For me. For my children. My friends and my guests.

Thank you, Miss Pilkington (OJ), thank you, Mr. Schön.