Top Notes 
Pineapple
Blackcurrant
Bergamot
Apple
Heart Notes 
Birch
Moroccan jasmine
Patchouli
Rose
Base Notes 
Ambergris
Musk
Oakmoss
Vanilla
05/11/2025
Grinse579
18 Reviews
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Grinse579
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I don't know you, Creed Aventus - but I'm here.
Act I - The call
He does not come with drums.
Not with songs of praise.
Only with a drop on the skin - Black Amsterdam by Ayat.
Its prelude is an announcement:
Black currant. Dark, tart, uncompromising.
Not playful.
Pineapple follows, dry, edgy - no fruit sweetness, but determination.
You can feel it in the distance - Creed Aventus.
The fragrance that everyone is talking about.
The fragrance that doesn't explain, but exists.
But today he is not alone.
Act II - The gaze
"You are the standard," says the wearer.
"But standards change."
Black Amsterdam is not in the shadow.
It stands next to it.
Not brighter.
But darker, spicier, denser.
Where Creed Aventus is citrus-fresh, Black Amsterdam is said to come with weight. With depth. With a spiciness that lingers - not loud, but determined.
After eight hours, it's still there.
Not as a memory - but as a statement.
Creed Aventus often loses itself in subtle elegance, so they say.
Black Amsterdam remains.
Darker. Warmer. More present.
And while the king loses his shine - the challenger casts shadows with style.
Act III - The prize
A duel without a slip of paper
But with a bill.
Creed Aventus: Prestige, yes.
But also: price.
And at some point - the point at which you don't pay for the fragrance, but for the feeling of wearing something expensive.
Black Amsterdam?
It comes without a name. But with power. With longevity. With profile.
And with the courage to be exactly that - for less.
"I don't know you, Creed Aventus - but I'm here.
And I know what I am:
A fragrance that you can afford.
That doesn't evaporate. And that others will feel long after I'm gone."
Conclusion of the wearer:
I wear Black Amsterdam.
Not because I couldn't have Creed Aventus - but because I want it.
It's more stable. And I don't have to explain it.
He speaks.
For me.
Cut.
A bottle.
One fragrance.
A decision.
Not by the name, but by the impression.
He does not come with drums.
Not with songs of praise.
Only with a drop on the skin - Black Amsterdam by Ayat.
Its prelude is an announcement:
Black currant. Dark, tart, uncompromising.
Not playful.
Pineapple follows, dry, edgy - no fruit sweetness, but determination.
You can feel it in the distance - Creed Aventus.
The fragrance that everyone is talking about.
The fragrance that doesn't explain, but exists.
But today he is not alone.
Act II - The gaze
"You are the standard," says the wearer.
"But standards change."
Black Amsterdam is not in the shadow.
It stands next to it.
Not brighter.
But darker, spicier, denser.
Where Creed Aventus is citrus-fresh, Black Amsterdam is said to come with weight. With depth. With a spiciness that lingers - not loud, but determined.
After eight hours, it's still there.
Not as a memory - but as a statement.
Creed Aventus often loses itself in subtle elegance, so they say.
Black Amsterdam remains.
Darker. Warmer. More present.
And while the king loses his shine - the challenger casts shadows with style.
Act III - The prize
A duel without a slip of paper
But with a bill.
Creed Aventus: Prestige, yes.
But also: price.
And at some point - the point at which you don't pay for the fragrance, but for the feeling of wearing something expensive.
Black Amsterdam?
It comes without a name. But with power. With longevity. With profile.
And with the courage to be exactly that - for less.
"I don't know you, Creed Aventus - but I'm here.
And I know what I am:
A fragrance that you can afford.
That doesn't evaporate. And that others will feel long after I'm gone."
Conclusion of the wearer:
I wear Black Amsterdam.
Not because I couldn't have Creed Aventus - but because I want it.
It's more stable. And I don't have to explain it.
He speaks.
For me.
Cut.
A bottle.
One fragrance.
A decision.
Not by the name, but by the impression.
