Top Notes 
Aldehydes
Rosemary
Cumin
Fir needle
Lemon
Bergamot
Clove
Juniper berry
Lime
Coriander seed
Nutmeg
Heart Notes 
Spike lavender
Clary sage
Geranium
Provençal lavender
Camphor
Galbanum
Jasmine
Lily
Rose
Violet
Cedarwood
Base Notes 
Oakmoss absolute
Coumarin
Musk
Patchouli
Sandalwood
Vetiver
Birch tar
Leather
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Noble Kaleidoscope
Generally, the German language - compared to its southern-southwestern neighbors - specifies the addressee in its grammar.
While Romance languages keep their "pour homme", "per uomo", "para hombre" vague regarding the man, a "für den Mann" demands an explanation.
Which man exactly?
So one creates a clever trick with "für Männer".
Grauton chose the relieving "pour homme" for a complex Fougère.
Hiss!
A gentle start, nothing hasty.
High-quality hesperidic notes - beautiful lime - accompany recurring aldehydes.
They testify to a glorious era full of upheavals. They have been laid aside, but never forgotten.
With their sharpening of the senses and mental maturity, they will accompany the fragrance like golden flags in the wind. Standards of knowledge.
Immediately, something masculine beats lightly and stealthily, the cumin stands tall yet remains polite. A nice, mischievous grin.
And already a balsamic fir and bright coriander seeds along with clove take over.
Magnificent, elegant, and with a sporty spirit.
What a beautiful deep green intermediate chord!
The other herbs and spices remain in the background, waiting for their turn.
The next section of the composition is full of flowers and like life itself - memento mori.
Sometimes unrestrainedly young and indolic (jasmine), sometimes finally (lily). And again cultivated (violet with galbanum).
Skillfully framed by a soothing, well-measured moss soap with slightly golden honey tones (aldehydes and indole).
Here everything would end in Chypre, yet the olfactory experience is still in its plump youth.
The more serious part presents itself as herbaceous green and leathery. The aforementioned herbs carry an adult sage, very noble.
For a long time, this herb was banished or simply overlooked.
Here it testifies to experiences.
Its litter was crafted from cedars and stained with compliant nutmeg.
Royal!
But this is a dual monarchy.
The other half of the realm belongs to a noble lavender from the house of cumarin.
Here lies the heart of the Fougères.
Hay, woodruff, violet crest, all attributes of a noble lineage.
A well-ordered reign cohabits for the benefit of the fragrance.
A rose guards the secret of the dynasty. Ghostly, it appears in due time, only to disappear again.
Rarely does the last part of the kaleidoscope unfold so beautifully.
High-quality musk from past decades enchants with a certain crackling eroticism.
Creamy, light, almost mineral, and with this calm self-assurance, it glides over classic foundations: patchouli, vetiver, woods, and leather.
What an invitation as a farewell!
Bravo!
I will return!
One more thing. The fragrance starts nobly fresh and cool, goes through a beautiful bright phase, and ends pleasantly warm in this calm manner of the brand.
A well-deserved applause for that!
The fragrance has granted me a deep insight into various stages of my (fragrance) life.
It was immediately clear to me to let The Universal by Blur play as background music.
Like in the fragrance, the song quotes passages from past decades to ultimately create something wonderfully new.
The aldehydes instantly transported me to the 1970s; my memory does not reach further for biological reasons.
I loved smelling these fragrance components on adults; they marked the respectable distance from childhood.
By the end of the decade, many scents smelled balsamically deep green.
Not to mention violet with galbanum.
I owned the two iconic fragrances of these directions very early on.
In the early 1980s, this distinctive nutmeg on cedar joined my repertoire.
The opulent flowers followed a few years later.
I practically absorbed lavender with my mother's milk, whether almost monothematic or as a cologne.
It was only consistent to choose Fougère as my favorite direction.
And this would not let me go from puberty onward.
I could identify this noble musk in numerous, mostly Anglo-Saxon fragrances.
Formative!
When I smelled this ghostly rose, I had to pull myself together.
A too-similar chord still reminds me of a kindred spirit who left too early and mysteriously.
Too mystical, too penetrating.
One thing is certain, the fragrance suits me.
It does not overwhelm, pleasantly emphasizes, and quickly becomes friends.
My better half perceives it as smooth and multifaceted.
As if it had always been there.
And for that, dear Martin, I want to congratulate you.
You have dared to make a complex recommendation amidst the loud and shallow zeitgeist.
Respect!
May Pour Homme be crowned with success!
While Romance languages keep their "pour homme", "per uomo", "para hombre" vague regarding the man, a "für den Mann" demands an explanation.
Which man exactly?
So one creates a clever trick with "für Männer".
Grauton chose the relieving "pour homme" for a complex Fougère.
Hiss!
A gentle start, nothing hasty.
High-quality hesperidic notes - beautiful lime - accompany recurring aldehydes.
They testify to a glorious era full of upheavals. They have been laid aside, but never forgotten.
With their sharpening of the senses and mental maturity, they will accompany the fragrance like golden flags in the wind. Standards of knowledge.
Immediately, something masculine beats lightly and stealthily, the cumin stands tall yet remains polite. A nice, mischievous grin.
And already a balsamic fir and bright coriander seeds along with clove take over.
Magnificent, elegant, and with a sporty spirit.
What a beautiful deep green intermediate chord!
The other herbs and spices remain in the background, waiting for their turn.
The next section of the composition is full of flowers and like life itself - memento mori.
Sometimes unrestrainedly young and indolic (jasmine), sometimes finally (lily). And again cultivated (violet with galbanum).
Skillfully framed by a soothing, well-measured moss soap with slightly golden honey tones (aldehydes and indole).
Here everything would end in Chypre, yet the olfactory experience is still in its plump youth.
The more serious part presents itself as herbaceous green and leathery. The aforementioned herbs carry an adult sage, very noble.
For a long time, this herb was banished or simply overlooked.
Here it testifies to experiences.
Its litter was crafted from cedars and stained with compliant nutmeg.
Royal!
But this is a dual monarchy.
The other half of the realm belongs to a noble lavender from the house of cumarin.
Here lies the heart of the Fougères.
Hay, woodruff, violet crest, all attributes of a noble lineage.
A well-ordered reign cohabits for the benefit of the fragrance.
A rose guards the secret of the dynasty. Ghostly, it appears in due time, only to disappear again.
Rarely does the last part of the kaleidoscope unfold so beautifully.
High-quality musk from past decades enchants with a certain crackling eroticism.
Creamy, light, almost mineral, and with this calm self-assurance, it glides over classic foundations: patchouli, vetiver, woods, and leather.
What an invitation as a farewell!
Bravo!
I will return!
One more thing. The fragrance starts nobly fresh and cool, goes through a beautiful bright phase, and ends pleasantly warm in this calm manner of the brand.
A well-deserved applause for that!
The fragrance has granted me a deep insight into various stages of my (fragrance) life.
It was immediately clear to me to let The Universal by Blur play as background music.
Like in the fragrance, the song quotes passages from past decades to ultimately create something wonderfully new.
The aldehydes instantly transported me to the 1970s; my memory does not reach further for biological reasons.
I loved smelling these fragrance components on adults; they marked the respectable distance from childhood.
By the end of the decade, many scents smelled balsamically deep green.
Not to mention violet with galbanum.
I owned the two iconic fragrances of these directions very early on.
In the early 1980s, this distinctive nutmeg on cedar joined my repertoire.
The opulent flowers followed a few years later.
I practically absorbed lavender with my mother's milk, whether almost monothematic or as a cologne.
It was only consistent to choose Fougère as my favorite direction.
And this would not let me go from puberty onward.
I could identify this noble musk in numerous, mostly Anglo-Saxon fragrances.
Formative!
When I smelled this ghostly rose, I had to pull myself together.
A too-similar chord still reminds me of a kindred spirit who left too early and mysteriously.
Too mystical, too penetrating.
One thing is certain, the fragrance suits me.
It does not overwhelm, pleasantly emphasizes, and quickly becomes friends.
My better half perceives it as smooth and multifaceted.
As if it had always been there.
And for that, dear Martin, I want to congratulate you.
You have dared to make a complex recommendation amidst the loud and shallow zeitgeist.
Respect!
May Pour Homme be crowned with success!
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