Black Beard Calaj 2020

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7.5 / 10 52 Ratings

A limited perfume by Calaj for men, released in 2020. The scent is spicy-green. Projection and longevity are above-average. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Spicy

Green

Fougère

Earthy

Woody

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Artemisia

Petitgrain Basil

Basil

Bergamot

Orange

Heart Notes

Bulgarian lavender

Carnation

Geranium

Rose

Base Notes

Moss

Amber

Patchouli

Tobacco

Leather

Musk

Tonka bean

Perfumer

Miguel Matos

Ratings

Scent

7.552 Ratings

Longevity

8.547 Ratings

Sillage

8.247 Ratings

Bottle

7.846 Ratings

Value for money

7.123 Ratings

Submitted by Frankie, last update on 08/18/2025.

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The fragrance is part of the The First Edition collection.

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Reviews

3 in-depth fragrance descriptions

10/23/2023

Myrtillajus
530 Reviews

Myrtillajus

2

Thaks

The first splashes, and a memory that comes to mind, immediately, in no uncertain terms: my father shaving and bringing his face closer to me, a little girl, in search of a tender kiss.
The times he went out to dinner and dressed up.
I could smell that smell.
Represented perfectly with this fragrance. I can only say that he moved me, he filled me with nostalgia.
And I call it a masterful creation if it managed to have this effect on me.
Simply thank you.

09/25/2020

10
Bottle 10
Sillage 10
Longevity 10
Scent

Lazolkov
4 Reviews

Lazolkov

Very helpful Review 3

real male testosterone bomb...

Black Beard is a real male testosterone bomb. It is no coincidence that the history of the fragrance was associated by the creators with pirates. In the meantime they also warn you not to expect sea salt flavored notes of coconut! It’s a stunning fusion of a classically elegant and bold, masculine fragrance, this is the true essence of masculinity. Yellow silk stockings imbued with lemon leaves, decorated with wormwood leaves, absinthe bitterness accompanied by the aroma of petitgrain. Petitgrain is an oil obtained from the young branches and leaves of bitter orange, or Seville orange (which is a hybrid of pomelo and mandarin), by steam distillation. Although this scent is classified as citrus, it also has notes reminiscent of lavender, rose and woody scents. It is used successfully in aromatherapy because of a sedative, stress-relieving and sleep-promoting effects. Behind the initial bitter citrusiness, you can almost immediately feel countless deeper shades and some clove spices as well. Getting closer to the fresh heart of the scent plenty of floral scents become dominant. At first they are just gently sneak, then suddenly with the lavender on the lead, after they will attack us unstoppable with the aroma of rose and geranium. Of course tobacco can also be felt in the background, because how weird a pirate would look like without tobacco. At first tobacco just waits patiently, after suddenly getting stronger to make the chord deeper and darker. As the scent of the flowers fades, the creamy sweetness of the combination of tonka beans and patchouli is especially matching with the tobacco. The earthiness of oak moss and the warmth of ambergris also play an important role in the dry down. Of the four Calaj perfumes this one is perhaps the most complex, a real transformational artist. This beautiful perfume constantly transforming on our skin, keep pushing us deeper and deeper....

09/24/2020

9
Bottle 9
Sillage 9
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Floyd
372 Reviews

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Floyd

Top Review 53

Klabauterlavellen and miles of moss

How many slumps do you think have passed? No land, no wind, no gull. Just the growl of an aged galleon. In the shadow of the strange Calenture. The crew caught the fever, as if they jumped overboard, thinking the waters were meadows. Months I have been with the sea now.
In the sails are peels of bitter oranges, they lurch and hiss like tiny snakes, which soon hide in basil clusters and rustle with herbal herbal aromas from never-ending waves of moss.
And out of the surge a forest of lavender grows, soap-foaming walls as high as a house, the spray of cloves misting, the earth rumbling, the waves roaring for hours before they begin to die away on land.
Then the waves become blurred in the sea of lava, grains of amber shimmer in the dirty patch and miles of moss sink into the mists of Indian flowers on incense cones. An old cigar disintegrates in my hand, the galleon over there lies on the ground, I shuffle through muddy swampy land, for more quiet hours.

(With thanks to Deadsoul)