Cigar Rémy Latour 1996

First of all, the tobacco note is fantastic. If it were solely about that, the fragrance would undoubtedly land in the highest rating category. But unfortunately, the tobacco, I can't put it any other way, is in poorly reputed company.

The opening of Cigar is alcoholic, fruity, and hefty. I have nothing against a perfume that hits you right away, but here the whole scenario feels a bit oppressive. All the components listed in the top note are undoubtedly present, but instead of charming the limbic system in a nuanced and sensual way, it resembles a bowl of compote being dumped over you.

The tobacco only develops slowly in this syrupy environment. However, I would like to describe this part as thoroughly successful; the build-up is exciting and takes its time. Subtle at first, it reaches a rich, spicy, and simultaneously fresh spectrum as it progresses. You can almost imagine moist tobacco leaves in front of you. Perfect.

In the drydown, to my great regret, it goes back down to the basement. It becomes soapy, but by no means refined or romantic, which I would have found quite pleasant. I would describe the impressions as piercing, old-fashioned, creaky, and bony. Synthetic, moreover. It goes so far that a penetrance is reached which I can only find disturbing. I have tried Cigar twice, reluctantly keeping the fragrance on my wrist each time in anticipation of a turn for the better. A third time is unfortunately not an option. What a shame.