R de Capucci Roberto Capucci 1985 Eau de Toilette

Twice more at most, I can coax a few splashes from the green-brown bottle with its triangular shape, then there will be a final ebb in the long-treasured and cared-for remaining stock of R de Capucci.

Whether it is a Chypre or rather belongs to the leather fragrances is actually completely irrelevant, and whether the oak moss emerges strongly or only weakly is also of no concern.
What matters is solely that this "fragrance wonder" lured me away from the mainstream known in our countryside about 20 years ago and quietly opened the gates to a different perception of scent for the first time.

Why - one would ask today. It smells somewhat like "Irish moss"?!
That may be somewhat true, but the complexity, the intensity, and this depth ... I first smelled in R de Capucci.

My first order from faraway America ;-)
Blind - of course. I actually wanted to maximize the shipping costs and simply threw something else in the basket (how I came to "R," I no longer remember).
A fateful decision that has haunted me to this day
and cost me quite a bit of money in the long run!

I also searched for a replacement for a long time, as the little puddle in the bottle has been so small for about 7-8 years ... and has since been guarded like the apple of my eye. I have only found something vaguely similar: Equipage by Hermes (less opulent and deep) or Yatagan by Caron (too heavy).
Ultimately, I gave up the search and decided to simply indulge in the enjoyment, and therefore it will be used up ruthlessly!

It smells so fresh!
Citrusy, mossy, green ... suitable for the front and after sports as well. It invigorates, ignites the senses. It acts like caffeine for the nose.

It feels so young!
How can that be? From the 80s! Yet it smells "young"?
Of course for me! Because since I first smelled it nearly 20 years ago, my brain simply makes an emotional time leap with every sniff, and poof ... I'm back home in the village, it's Friday or Saturday, and we're heading towards the beer pub, then to the "Highlander" to finally seek out the disco (the club?) in the next larger town (20 km away) ... hence: young :)

It still smells so different to me than everything else I smelled back then.

Masculine, tough, a real man!

But also connected to nature - there I hop in my checkered flannel shirt from one stone to another and pay special attention not to slip on the mossy surface.

Grounded and casual, it comes across ... actually fitting for the 70s, and yet it was created in '85 ... a remnant?
No, but rather alongside the last flicker of that category of people who still know why something works and can explain it. The last attempt to drive away the pretenders and self-promoters who only have sales and marketing in mind and decide solely based on superficial aspects without deep meaning and understanding.
So for those who still have the tools in the basement to do everything themselves and not for those who call for daddy and father-in-law over every little thing ;-)

Ah, I could go on like this forever! But who is going to read all this fuss?

In conclusion, I must say that I know there are still some remaining stocks (especially in the USA) that are traded at horrendous prices. But why cloud the memory with such things? Better an end with pain than long pain without end?!

In this sense ... two more wears and then it's gone forever.
Au revoir R de Capucci ...