Much Ado about the Duke Penhaligon's 2016

The story: Excursion day Salzburg perfumeries

The completely overloaded noses now had two days to sniff through the development of various scents distributed on arms and necks, decisions were made, questioned, overturned and then held, and finally we are back at our favorite saleswoman in the store, which, however, just served a young gentleman along with entourage of mom and girlfriend.
What the heck, the noses can yes again after the last walk, then we make but equal even a little further...

I'm just thinking about whether it makes sense, at 28 degrees and sunshine, to look around already for a fragrance for the cooler season, as the elf husband plucks a bottle from the shelf, sprays courageously and pushes me the arm under the nose. "Smell times. I find the good."
Oha...! No idea what that is, but... Ohhh, he gets me...
Dog head? Uh... Is that supposed to mean something to me? I don't think it smells like dog right now.
I browse further - Amber here, Iris there... Ouch! Bitten by the detergent in the nose! - Quickly what to recover... Where is my husband and his arm?
Yum! He's getting better and better.
Any analytical-olfactory skills, which I possess at times, have now said goodbye and I'm not even trying to identify anything here.
May I please just put me in?

We go home with two other fragrances - virtually for the price of this one. The Duke accompanies us only on the arm of my husband, while I underhook me on the other side and grapsche over every now and then.

When I next morning still the remains of the Duke on the arm next to me erschnuppere, I become beinah weak and seriously consider to move the departure until the perfumery opens and I can still acquire him. Or at least test it again. At home in the province, these bottles are rather not to be found ... so, should mean ... not at all.

Fortunately, there's something called Souk. So at least one bottling has made it to our home. And with the tempo, with which it goes to the Neige, I see it already coming: Sometime we come on the whole dog.

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The scent: warm freshness? Yep, that works.

Overall, the fragrance brings for me in a very wonderful way opposites together, of which I previously did not even know that I would have liked to bring them together. At the same time, I experience it neither in a boring middle, nor in biting contrasts: warmth and freshness; bright juicy green with a hint of dry powder; the notes of a seasoned gentleman, which I could spray on a youngster at the same time, or like to wear them myself as a woman. And these different contrasting aspects do not follow each other here, they are there at the same time.

In general, I perceive no great development in the fragrance. (Which is very right for me, because I do not want to give any of its shares so really) After the more intense and spicy-fresh prelude, it becomes a bit more subdued. From the start, there's something comfortingly warm about it, which perhaps increases a bit as it progresses, while a green, citrusy freshness lingers until the end. If you want, you can associate quite a bit into it, which probably fits the whole gin idea. (I'm more of a whiskey guy, and there's a lot you can associate into it, after all!) At times I think kitchen spices - coriander? Herbs de Provence? - sometimes I think warm-moist spring leaves, sometimes maybe actually pepper, sometimes almost fruity - and at the core: juniper. --schmacht--

Juniper seems to be one of the fragrances that go with me through the nose directly into the brain stem and paralyze there everything that just thinks I have to make life difficult.
Vetiver is there rather a different caliber, which I often meet with skepticism. What attracts me to it but again and again, is this green, citrus freshness, which it often brings and the woody something. In the case of Portrait des Dukes, subtly woody, lemongrass-like notes rise from the base very soon, which I would most likely attribute to vetiver. And so beautiful my nose has never experienced them before.

Excuse me? Rose? Oh, yeah, right. Yes, that's there too. Objectively speaking, probably not too scarce either. (As I said: juniper. Shuts down everything else for me and catapults me somewhere else) But yes: rose. That's probably where my powder association comes from. It gives it a drier touch, perhaps also working in tandem with the vetiver. Reminds me actually rather of a still faintly fragrant and already slightly dried rose petal, which I pick up from the lawn, than of rose water or soap.

As a base smell im at the spray head actually most striking the rose; on the skin remains at the end of the most beautiful me so far encountered vetiver as the last.

Slight differences in nuances I perceive when I compare the fragrance on my skin and on that of my husband. Sometimes a bit heavier and warmer, sometimes a touch more sweetness... Overall, however, almost identical.

The projection is pretty decent, at least at first. When I come into the apartment, I know it immediately when my husband has indulged in a single spray an hour earlier. (Yes, the small bottling is hard fought...!) After that, it becomes rather close to the skin, is thus less noticeable, but keeps quite solid: A spray on the right and one on the left on my neck and my nose catches him until 8 hours later still now and then, but he remains overall already in the background. On the skin is then after about 10 hours conclusion.

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Conclusion: a fragrance composition that picks me up on many levels and thrilled. If he were only a little more energetic in his appearance and he would probably already move in, the charmer. So it will probably happen when I encounter a bargain.