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Saying it through the flower
The magic of language is that a written word allows for a peculiar freedom of interpretation with omitted adjectives, missing context, and free pronunciation - Sport / Sport… / Sport! / Sport?
For a long time, this secret formula from 2016 had me pondering.
My first comment in the forum was about this fragrance riddle.
Well, good things take time.
First, I would like to praise the skill of those tinkering souls.
This ambiguity of the scent, the expansion of the floral, a veiled irony, and the clean coding of certain impure thoughts require a trained nose, which unfortunately is not mentioned.
I therefore ask Groupe Bogart to reveal the creator who deserves applause.
In the history of fragrance, there have been many representatives of masculine flowers that explored the game of "catch me" right on the edge of what is still bearable.
The art lies in always letting these blossoms waft confidently, composed, nonchalantly, and playfully enticing.
Not an easy task; one gesture too many and the magic dissipates, leaving a pitiable pastiche that causes rolled eyes.
The present bottle evokes the artistically minimalist color design of the period 1980-1981, one of the most exciting turning points of bold breakthroughs in pop history.
The weariness of the disco era, the desire for clarity, and the breakthrough of electronic coolness reflect the awakening after an exaggerated party of analog proportions.
But the hedonistic celebration should now continue in a synthetic and somewhat annoyingly vain manner.
For the first time, Lapidus allows a glimpse into the interior of the iconic bottle.
Designed in 1987, it now takes a leap about seven years back.
Like a prequel to the main film.
Colorless and crystal clear, the ribbed body.
"After all, you alone awaken the spirit of the bottle, my athlete. No false tricks here!"
The cannula is primary color red, just like the lettering, the spray head, and the ribs of the otherwise white cap.
Memories of fitted, straight-cut suits or correspondingly puristic sportswear give hope that timelessness is making a comeback.
Brilliant advertising.
Again the athletic back.
But now a pole in the hands, the high jump over conventional barriers.
Strange is the light falling and the shading on the athlete's skin; they reflect the essence of the scent: cool, seemingly bright with shadowy ambiguities.
Well then, on your marks, get set…
Swoosh!
A wake-up call.
Here, nothing is as it seems!
Although hesperides and green basil give the usual opening a false impression, the powerful rosemary immediately covers the naively Mediterranean freshness.
At the same time, floral notes timidly swing in.
What sport is meant here?
Immediately, the very typical Lapidus orange blossom steps onto the stage. Extremely bright and flooded with light.
Salty amber, a big compliment here, seasons just right. No flat ruining of the fragrance with brutal chemistry.
A sophisticated blend to spread the demanded freshness of sporty scents.
And already, it’s far from accurate!
Is it perhaps Don Juan in an erotic hurdle course?
A floral potpourri now mixes vigorously.
Unlisted, boyish jasmine, extremely bright, almost frozen rose, defensive rose geranium with green leaves.
Somewhat dull is the floral component of a mysterious musk, which becomes increasingly corporeal in the style of the 1970s.
The glances in the gym hint at the reactions.
Thanks to the long-lasting rosemary and the 1980s nutmeg, they are friendly and approving looks.
This brownish spice emphasizes the greenish side of the heart note and nicely balances the sweetness of the flowers.
And now something magnificent occurs, the shadowy side of the bright bouquet.
Soft and fleeting is the incense, which could not have been dosed better.
Thus, the base appears woody and earthy, yet remains nebulous and gives the floral basic tendency of the scent the necessary support to not get completely stuck in the flower vase.
A beautiful labdanum provides a leathery push, a little kick with a wink.
But all in all, the floral remains dominant.
Towards the end, the slightly salty amber becomes noticeable as the flowers bid farewell.
Together with the labdanum, the two components leave the locker room of the gym.
The floral musk business card will remain discreetly in memory.
Wow, sporty, to call such a scent "Sport"!
So far, I have no complaints while wearing this challenge.
The scent accompanies me very cheerfully and sympathetically.
And has even earned me nice comments.
I can wear this light green liquid perfectly outside of sports.
Rarely have I been able to enjoy such a casual scent with character lately.
In its basic tone, the scent reminds me of "Nino Cerruti pour Homme (Eau de Toilette) | Cerruti," which also played with a somewhat ambiguous floral note, along with the peculiarity of my highly esteemed "Kouros (Eau de Toilette) | Yves Saint Laurent."
Stray with a bouquet of flowers in a loving way?
For exactly this blurring of intentions, I am always grateful to Lapidus, sometimes more, sometimes less depending on the creation.
And here it is more than successful.
Finally, a bit of history.
Initially, I watched in disbelief on television as a child the abrupt end of the disco era with the poppy Disco Demolition Night at Comiskey Park in Chicago on July 12, 1979, only to be delighted a year later with the counterattack from Spain.
I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that grown adults, who harbored a dull disdain for a danceable music genre that had peacefully and voluntarily united so many people of all colors in the freest country in the world, had to resort to such a gruesome means of destruction to express their resentment.
Why not simply ignore those records and let them gather dust in the store?
No, something had to be set on fire that shook the very foundations of their world.
The hits of the analog disco genre then plummeted in the charts.
But he who laughs last, laughs best…
In 1980, a still young Pedro Marín from Barcelona shot back with his self-titled album, saying "up to here and no further" to that vile gang.
Disco became cooler, more synthetic, poppier, and received new labels. But it remained what it had always been, a casual dance genre for many. Nothing lofty, just ready-to-consume fun for a few moments.
How does all this fit with the present scent?
Well, one video for the song "Aire" has a stage decoration that fits the bottle like a glove.
White and red stripes, along with Pedro's outfit - white pants and shirt, red tie.
And in the background, aerobics athletes are dancing.
The ambiguity of the singer continues to divide opinions to this day.
But that should be of little concern to him, a now respectable artist of great imagery.
And exactly this attitude is what Lapidus pour Homme Sport demands from one.
Are you strong enough to take on the flowers?
I, at least, have mastered the challenge.
Let others rack their brains over floral ambiguity!
For a long time, this secret formula from 2016 had me pondering.
My first comment in the forum was about this fragrance riddle.
Well, good things take time.
First, I would like to praise the skill of those tinkering souls.
This ambiguity of the scent, the expansion of the floral, a veiled irony, and the clean coding of certain impure thoughts require a trained nose, which unfortunately is not mentioned.
I therefore ask Groupe Bogart to reveal the creator who deserves applause.
In the history of fragrance, there have been many representatives of masculine flowers that explored the game of "catch me" right on the edge of what is still bearable.
The art lies in always letting these blossoms waft confidently, composed, nonchalantly, and playfully enticing.
Not an easy task; one gesture too many and the magic dissipates, leaving a pitiable pastiche that causes rolled eyes.
The present bottle evokes the artistically minimalist color design of the period 1980-1981, one of the most exciting turning points of bold breakthroughs in pop history.
The weariness of the disco era, the desire for clarity, and the breakthrough of electronic coolness reflect the awakening after an exaggerated party of analog proportions.
But the hedonistic celebration should now continue in a synthetic and somewhat annoyingly vain manner.
For the first time, Lapidus allows a glimpse into the interior of the iconic bottle.
Designed in 1987, it now takes a leap about seven years back.
Like a prequel to the main film.
Colorless and crystal clear, the ribbed body.
"After all, you alone awaken the spirit of the bottle, my athlete. No false tricks here!"
The cannula is primary color red, just like the lettering, the spray head, and the ribs of the otherwise white cap.
Memories of fitted, straight-cut suits or correspondingly puristic sportswear give hope that timelessness is making a comeback.
Brilliant advertising.
Again the athletic back.
But now a pole in the hands, the high jump over conventional barriers.
Strange is the light falling and the shading on the athlete's skin; they reflect the essence of the scent: cool, seemingly bright with shadowy ambiguities.
Well then, on your marks, get set…
Swoosh!
A wake-up call.
Here, nothing is as it seems!
Although hesperides and green basil give the usual opening a false impression, the powerful rosemary immediately covers the naively Mediterranean freshness.
At the same time, floral notes timidly swing in.
What sport is meant here?
Immediately, the very typical Lapidus orange blossom steps onto the stage. Extremely bright and flooded with light.
Salty amber, a big compliment here, seasons just right. No flat ruining of the fragrance with brutal chemistry.
A sophisticated blend to spread the demanded freshness of sporty scents.
And already, it’s far from accurate!
Is it perhaps Don Juan in an erotic hurdle course?
A floral potpourri now mixes vigorously.
Unlisted, boyish jasmine, extremely bright, almost frozen rose, defensive rose geranium with green leaves.
Somewhat dull is the floral component of a mysterious musk, which becomes increasingly corporeal in the style of the 1970s.
The glances in the gym hint at the reactions.
Thanks to the long-lasting rosemary and the 1980s nutmeg, they are friendly and approving looks.
This brownish spice emphasizes the greenish side of the heart note and nicely balances the sweetness of the flowers.
And now something magnificent occurs, the shadowy side of the bright bouquet.
Soft and fleeting is the incense, which could not have been dosed better.
Thus, the base appears woody and earthy, yet remains nebulous and gives the floral basic tendency of the scent the necessary support to not get completely stuck in the flower vase.
A beautiful labdanum provides a leathery push, a little kick with a wink.
But all in all, the floral remains dominant.
Towards the end, the slightly salty amber becomes noticeable as the flowers bid farewell.
Together with the labdanum, the two components leave the locker room of the gym.
The floral musk business card will remain discreetly in memory.
Wow, sporty, to call such a scent "Sport"!
So far, I have no complaints while wearing this challenge.
The scent accompanies me very cheerfully and sympathetically.
And has even earned me nice comments.
I can wear this light green liquid perfectly outside of sports.
Rarely have I been able to enjoy such a casual scent with character lately.
In its basic tone, the scent reminds me of "Nino Cerruti pour Homme (Eau de Toilette) | Cerruti," which also played with a somewhat ambiguous floral note, along with the peculiarity of my highly esteemed "Kouros (Eau de Toilette) | Yves Saint Laurent."
Stray with a bouquet of flowers in a loving way?
For exactly this blurring of intentions, I am always grateful to Lapidus, sometimes more, sometimes less depending on the creation.
And here it is more than successful.
Finally, a bit of history.
Initially, I watched in disbelief on television as a child the abrupt end of the disco era with the poppy Disco Demolition Night at Comiskey Park in Chicago on July 12, 1979, only to be delighted a year later with the counterattack from Spain.
I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that grown adults, who harbored a dull disdain for a danceable music genre that had peacefully and voluntarily united so many people of all colors in the freest country in the world, had to resort to such a gruesome means of destruction to express their resentment.
Why not simply ignore those records and let them gather dust in the store?
No, something had to be set on fire that shook the very foundations of their world.
The hits of the analog disco genre then plummeted in the charts.
But he who laughs last, laughs best…
In 1980, a still young Pedro Marín from Barcelona shot back with his self-titled album, saying "up to here and no further" to that vile gang.
Disco became cooler, more synthetic, poppier, and received new labels. But it remained what it had always been, a casual dance genre for many. Nothing lofty, just ready-to-consume fun for a few moments.
How does all this fit with the present scent?
Well, one video for the song "Aire" has a stage decoration that fits the bottle like a glove.
White and red stripes, along with Pedro's outfit - white pants and shirt, red tie.
And in the background, aerobics athletes are dancing.
The ambiguity of the singer continues to divide opinions to this day.
But that should be of little concern to him, a now respectable artist of great imagery.
And exactly this attitude is what Lapidus pour Homme Sport demands from one.
Are you strong enough to take on the flowers?
I, at least, have mastered the challenge.
Let others rack their brains over floral ambiguity!
Updated on 06/13/2024
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