It began with disappointment when I tried the fragrance I remembered and appreciated from the past at the Farina headquarters in Cologne.
Not only was the bottle unfamiliar to me, but the scent also failed to evoke any memories.
Therefore, I purchased a vintage bottle online.
There it was again, the porcelain white splash bottle with a pitch-black round screw cap.
As I applied it to my wrists, my early youth rose within me, those soapy leathery warm vibes that made me feel a bit more masculine back then.
It was my first perfume, bought proudly with my pocket money,
which I wore with pride at school and parties.
I had a unique selling point, as other 13-year-olds rarely smelled beyond a simple deodorant.
While I find some leather fragrances today, like Knize ten, more interesting and complex, the old love for Russian Leather by Farina remains.
I know and have both versions. Yes, the successor has no similarities or even any resemblance to the original from back in the day. I don't understand why both are lumped together here.