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The Race Driver
On Friday, our Radcliff finally arrived from the winter sale in the UK, and at an amazing price. And there were samples included; I really wanted to test Halfeti Leather.
I love the original Halfeti very much; I don't wear it often, as it's not an everyday scent that works all the time - I find it quite special.
So, Halfeti Leather.
Let's transport ourselves to the years between 1920 and 1930. A major international car race is about to take place. Back then, drivers wore a kind of leather cap instead of helmets, mostly leather jackets, rugged trousers, and of course, they also wore shoes. All drivers had to line up at a starting line; there was no ranking like today, and the drivers ran to their cars. Whoever got in and started first was already in a good position for a profitable race.
Of course, Penhaligon's Halfeti Leather was at the start; the leather seats were specially treated to ensure a good fit, the wooden fittings were embedded and polished to a high shine. Halfeti Leather took to the starting line, and while the announcer was still shouting emotionally into the microphone about who was already completing the first lap, Halfeti Leather had already secured a good position. The fresh citrus note in the race car creates a good opening; the plum gets a bit overshadowed, but the top note can't hold on for long because the opulent spicy heart note quickly claims the space.
Penhaligon's Leather is racing the race of its life, overtaking Eau de Krawall, leaving Eau de Platzhirsch behind, and driving lap after lap. Oud comes into play along with the woods; the other drivers have to make a pit stop to refuel or change tires, but undeterred, H.L. (shortened because announcers never have that much time) keeps making his laps. There are already whispers that he must have a different fuel in his tank because he fearlessly speeds through curves right to the top. And there he stays; the announcer's voice nearly breaks as he declares H.L. the winner. The other drivers leave the track, the audience is filled with euphoria for having witnessed such an experience, the stands are being dismantled, more and more people leave the grounds while H.L. is still racing, and he is racing the race of his life. For 18 hours. Well, then the pace slowed down; the driver was no longer going at full speed since he was alone on the track. After 20 hours, the race was forcibly ended, the car, pushed to its limits, slowly rolled into the shower with quiet puttering sounds where it was brought to a halt - not to my dismay, I must sadly say.
The scent hasn't completely captivated me. It feels too tight on my skin, but compared to the regular Halfeti, which is quite unisex, I wouldn't wear Halfeti as a woman. Halfeti Leather lacks that special quality that blooms so enchantingly on the skin with the regular Halfeti. Of course: one might not want a rose, but the DNA of Halfeti is certainly well served with H.L., even though the leather note only subtly runs through the scent, sometimes even being overshadowed by the opulence and density.
I find it quite difficult to filter out scent notes in Halfeti; with H.L., I had an extremely hard time; everything feels quite well placed - but it doesn't undergo significant scent development. At least not on my skin. There is spice, wood, and oud, of course with fine nuances, but it sticks to its own thing. Not my Halfeti. The sillage is initially really unpredictably strong. I had a spritz on my neck, one on my wrists, and the scent has an abnormal longevity. When I had to attend to a human need at night, Halfeti was still quite perceptible, and that was after 12 hours. And it even seemed (so my imagination) to be waiting for me in the bedroom! The longevity had a bit of a nerve potential, which surely also stemmed from the fact that I couldn't experience much scent development. Everything is somehow immediately present, complex, dense, and very powerful.
In my opinion, a very masculine scent.
Not my scent, very well made, outstanding quality, but I will stick with the regular Halfeti.
I love the original Halfeti very much; I don't wear it often, as it's not an everyday scent that works all the time - I find it quite special.
So, Halfeti Leather.
Let's transport ourselves to the years between 1920 and 1930. A major international car race is about to take place. Back then, drivers wore a kind of leather cap instead of helmets, mostly leather jackets, rugged trousers, and of course, they also wore shoes. All drivers had to line up at a starting line; there was no ranking like today, and the drivers ran to their cars. Whoever got in and started first was already in a good position for a profitable race.
Of course, Penhaligon's Halfeti Leather was at the start; the leather seats were specially treated to ensure a good fit, the wooden fittings were embedded and polished to a high shine. Halfeti Leather took to the starting line, and while the announcer was still shouting emotionally into the microphone about who was already completing the first lap, Halfeti Leather had already secured a good position. The fresh citrus note in the race car creates a good opening; the plum gets a bit overshadowed, but the top note can't hold on for long because the opulent spicy heart note quickly claims the space.
Penhaligon's Leather is racing the race of its life, overtaking Eau de Krawall, leaving Eau de Platzhirsch behind, and driving lap after lap. Oud comes into play along with the woods; the other drivers have to make a pit stop to refuel or change tires, but undeterred, H.L. (shortened because announcers never have that much time) keeps making his laps. There are already whispers that he must have a different fuel in his tank because he fearlessly speeds through curves right to the top. And there he stays; the announcer's voice nearly breaks as he declares H.L. the winner. The other drivers leave the track, the audience is filled with euphoria for having witnessed such an experience, the stands are being dismantled, more and more people leave the grounds while H.L. is still racing, and he is racing the race of his life. For 18 hours. Well, then the pace slowed down; the driver was no longer going at full speed since he was alone on the track. After 20 hours, the race was forcibly ended, the car, pushed to its limits, slowly rolled into the shower with quiet puttering sounds where it was brought to a halt - not to my dismay, I must sadly say.
The scent hasn't completely captivated me. It feels too tight on my skin, but compared to the regular Halfeti, which is quite unisex, I wouldn't wear Halfeti as a woman. Halfeti Leather lacks that special quality that blooms so enchantingly on the skin with the regular Halfeti. Of course: one might not want a rose, but the DNA of Halfeti is certainly well served with H.L., even though the leather note only subtly runs through the scent, sometimes even being overshadowed by the opulence and density.
I find it quite difficult to filter out scent notes in Halfeti; with H.L., I had an extremely hard time; everything feels quite well placed - but it doesn't undergo significant scent development. At least not on my skin. There is spice, wood, and oud, of course with fine nuances, but it sticks to its own thing. Not my Halfeti. The sillage is initially really unpredictably strong. I had a spritz on my neck, one on my wrists, and the scent has an abnormal longevity. When I had to attend to a human need at night, Halfeti was still quite perceptible, and that was after 12 hours. And it even seemed (so my imagination) to be waiting for me in the bedroom! The longevity had a bit of a nerve potential, which surely also stemmed from the fact that I couldn't experience much scent development. Everything is somehow immediately present, complex, dense, and very powerful.
In my opinion, a very masculine scent.
Not my scent, very well made, outstanding quality, but I will stick with the regular Halfeti.
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