Lemon? More like lemon ice on a stick, the acidity tamed with plenty of sugar and something like an overly sweet cinnamon extract. The manufacturer mentions vanilla as a companion. And indeed, it follows after a minute or two - and then it hits hard: From the sugary prick emerges a baking aroma-like heliotropic vanilla; it is sharpened in overwhelming syntheticness towards a floral-bordering-fruity-laboratory-sweet and completely free of natural aromas side, that I would have to call it experimental or perceive it as a daring caricature, if I didn’t suspect at the end of my five-part Thameen test series (many thanks to Ergoproxy!) that Mr. Binjabr is quite serious about this.
Strangely enough, the matter takes on an intriguing twist when a white leather note joins from the patchouli-saffron corner. Along with it, something diffusely fruity, perhaps a light green synthetic apple. Cinnamon is still conceivable. My favorite colleague, as an Austrian master of cooking and baking, brought up as images a) a variant of the rice pudding Trauttmansdorff (here: on apple layer) and b) cheese strudel.
However, it reminded me just as involuntarily as strongly of another fragrance, but which one? It circled *gasp*:
‘Leather Blend’ by Davidoff (for whatever reason - it was just the first association),
one or another of the Evody wannabe leathers (hmm, there’s more H-milk in it - doesn’t quite fit, I discard that again),
Joop’s ‘Nightflight’ (undoubtedly due to the piercing heliotrope),
the nasty ‘Africa’ by Tesori d'Oriente (creepy retro-robot heliotrope!),
‘Homme Élégant’ by Fragonard (hardly less horrifyingly heliotroped) as well as
due to the anemic sour-fruit on as-if-vanilla in the late morning Pasión Choco by Nieschäme (or Nishane, but anyone who has ever dealt with that 160-euro juice must simply come to the conclusion that they might not be embarrassed by anything).
I give up on the search for the concrete model, perhaps it was indeed a mix of origins. However, it should have become clear what I’m getting at: Piercing-sweet border-cinnamon-heliotrope-synthetic on a rather forced, light leather. Underneath, a hint of sinus-tone artificial fruit that unwinds from the shrill laboratory plant. An olfactory circular saw, albeit with a (I fear: involuntary) peculiar twist that often leaves a lingering scent.
It takes a good hour before the biting opening slowly subsides. The sweetness seems to increase as a result. Initially, it was so piercing that it - regardless of how it is “meant” - could have passed as a foreign body or curiosity, it now pours over the skin like liquefied (not caramelized!) sugar. Patchouli and saffron struggle for breath and manage with difficulty to provide some ventilation. Indeed, the remaining patchouli with the sweetness can again be interpreted as a kind of leather.
Around noon, balsamic actors come into play. They do the fragrance extraordinarily good, as they particularly bind the sweetness in terms of vanilla, finally capturing the exaggerated aspect. The fragrance develops a dusty, wood-touching grace throughout the noon, which - finally, one could say - justifies that leather idea that patchouli and saffron have probably been trying to convey for hours. This is pleasing, though it remains quite well-stocked in terms of sweetness. Nevertheless, after now roughly three to four hours, this is the best phase so far. Perhaps not coincidentally, Regent Leather suddenly reminds me from afar of my current (two classes better!) favorite “Mythical Woods.” Just there, I don’t have to wait for hours.
Over time, the sweetness recedes and leaves - I can hardly believe it - a unique sting near the skin, as if (Mythical Woods greets a second time) a hint of lacquer has slipped in. I even think I can sense a trace of the supposed rose.
Ultimately, I pick up the Leather Blend thread again. The Davidoff shows, like Mythical Woods, a Black Afgano-border attitude. I also feel a respectable variation of such today. And due to this wishful thinking, I am a bit milder in my assessment.
Overall, it has cleaned itself up relatively decently. Well, for a stuff that is supposed to cost almost 230 euros for 50ml, it was about time. Now I am eagerly awaiting the promised “animalistic notes,” because after such an opening, they surely come from a Pokémon!
Hmm. Probably that’s why it smells like plastic in the late afternoon.
Whatever. In the evening, we deal with musty patchouli with residual vanilla, but after twelve hours, I don’t want to complain. I only really notice the indicated musk the next day.
Conclusion: Quite okay, just not worth the money. Oops, I unexpectedly came up with a conclusion for all five Thameen tests directly from my fingers! For me, the accompanying music (https://www.ypo.org/ypopodcast/episode-33-basel-bin-jabr/) sounds as if some investment banker has made a scent out of virtually Vespasian olfaction.
PS: According to the provider, it is “a luxury fragrance from Thameen in association with The Rolls Royce Enthusiasts Club.” Actually, such nonsense should have a few points deducted…
Top Notes 
Sicilian lemon
Heart Notes 
Saffron
Rose
Cardamom
Jasmine
Base Notes 
Vanilla
Leather
Musk
Patchouli
BoBoChamp
PerfumeaholK
Hermesh
Iatik
Holscentbar
UntermWert
Bastian
Chizza
Gandix
Gold
