Ambra Harry Lehmann

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7.1 / 10 75 Ratings

A perfume by Harry Lehmann for women. The release year is unknown. The scent is spicy-oriental. The longevity is above-average. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Spicy

Oriental

Resinous

Woody

Animal

Fragrance Notes

Chamomile

Clary sage

Geranium

Jasmine

Mossy notes

Orange blossom

Patchouli

Rose

Tuberose

Vetiver

Ylang-ylang

Ratings

Scent

7.175 Ratings

Longevity

8.165 Ratings

Sillage

7.762 Ratings

Bottle

5.961 Ratings

Value for money

8.612 Ratings

Submitted by Apicius, last update on 05/20/2025.

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Reviews

4 in-depth fragrance descriptions

04/29/2021

10
Pricing 8
Sillage 9
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Manogi
83 Reviews

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Manogi

5

Another animal

I received a small bottling of this fragrance from @Geli. Many thanks for that. The name had appealed to me and I wanted to know if it was close to the real ambergris.

To be blunt: It isn't. But that doesn't mean it's bad by any means. Quite the contrary. I like him very much. But in order.

"Amber | Perfume Individual Harry Lehmann" is a mystery. Fragrance notes are not specified. So I was also quite perplexed at first as to what it smelled like to me. I can't relate to most of the associations in the other reviews. Only something fresh, perhaps peppermint, I could immediately establish.

But then I noticed that there was something else. I smelled something animalic. Admittedly, as already mentioned, no ambergris. But the scent was familiar to me from my animalic scent experience. But what is it? It took me quite a while to figure it out. I'm smelling hyraceum here. This excretory product of the Klippschliefer has a typical, but rather subtle fecal note compared to other animalic scents. And that's exactly what I smell here. In tandem with the freshness I mentioned at the beginning, I think it's great. It's nowhere near as loud as the Hyrax, which I like very much. But the Animalik is unmistakable for me, and I'm surprised that it has not found mention in any of the reviews I've read so far.

Sillage and durability are also good. Therefore, I will certainly get this fragrance whether the very reasonable price.

04/07/2021

10
Pricing 6
Bottle 7
Sillage 9
Longevity 8
Scent

Vrabec
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Vrabec

Top Review 16

Lehmann passion: 7 - amber/ gloomy oil

To the Parfumos, to which Harry Lehmann has gone past until now, I would like to plead to make up for this urgently. Not for nothing owns the perfumery among connoisseurs a respectable status and if you think with a wink, are actually fulfilled here all niche criteria (?), except vllt the high price, because what price-performance Harry Lehmann is unbeatable.

Admittedly, I first thought of a modern amber accord, which consists of a combination of resins and something sweet like tonka and vanilla. But far from it - first, among the Lehmännern are clearly older recipes, secondly, Lutz also tends rather to take a conservative direction in his creations and thirdly, there is still the ambergris, the whale secretion, which is usually used rather because of its properties, not as an independent fragrance note is / was (similar to Iso- E- super today).

Anyway, a fragrance pyramid is not given anyway, only "tabacartig, balsamic" Stands on the website. As far as the orientation.
As already announced above, you can expect a conventional, rather than a sweet-resinous oriental Wässerchen.

The classically inspired top note starts pepperminty, licorice, clean. The licorice-like remains, but the freshness takes shape, becoming greener and crisper, I'm thinking a mix of sage and petigrain here. Despite the fresh start, the scent is dusky from the start and stays that way. Wärend itself "Ambra" in the course velvety mild further develops, it gets a spicy body, one could almost think of something pepper bread. This happens, however, without covering the above-mentioned characteristics. There's also a slight floral touch, as well as something fruity, but these are completely masked by the oily heavy hint of the overall impression. Something reminiscent of car tires also shows, although only hidden.

I think of this perfume of a black and white film, a gloomy city that is mercilessly taken to the cleaners by a cartel. It rains incessantly, the mood is more than threatening. Everything takes place with a fag in the mouth and a hat brim pulled deep into the forehead, always accompanied by a string quartet.

When testing I had to think at first of Gainsboro's G-man, but confess that Lehmann's "Ambra" I like much better. Somehow more versatile, simply more than "just" noble soap. Who is looking for a classic fragrance that even young men can easily wear, is right here.

Thanks for reading my comment

06/13/2020

6
Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 8
Scent

Camey5000
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Camey5000

Top Review 28

My Amber Number 39

My Amber 39

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Curiosity between light and dark.

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Houses stand dilapidated and crouched in medieval inertia. A closed gate lures us. We are on the trail and want to discover a secret. Curiosity and excitement, a tremor accompanies us.

Through a lush, fragrant flower arch we enter rubber, fruit, pavement, green-algae walls with floral efflorescence and beams, musty between humid and heavy. Very dark wood, with the patina of centuries. Thick green mouldy stems, basralocus dolphins. This is not a sawmill with light dry woods. No! This is an oil mill.

Heavy seeds work in the hoppers. No ether, no lightness, no fragrance floating away. It is lulling haziness, light soft soap, sorrel, moss in small doses. It's like an old animal. Like old baskets. Like old butts with dried-up superficial mash. Dirty berries, maybe tangerine, maybe raspberry. Who knows. Leather straps quietly move along. Long. For hours.

We have lost our way in the depths of space. I am confused. I am Jonah and I ask myself the question: Ambergris? Amber? Ambergris?

There's a secret in the bottle. And behind the flower arch there is still a hidden fairy tale waiting.

Open up. Follow the trail.
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7.0 / 8.0 / 8.0 / 6.0

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07/31/2019

7
Bottle 8
Sillage 9
Longevity 7.5
Scent

Floyd
376 Reviews

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Floyd

Top Review 22

The scent of Film Noir

A fade-in leads the viewer into a private detective agency in a sandstone skyscraper in the pulsating Los Angeles of the 1930s, filmed in foggy black and white tones. The camera eye wanders from a heavy old ceiling fan down to an equally massive and worn desk behind which Philip Marlowe (Humphrey Bogart) reads the Los Angeles Times, dressed in a dark grey suit with a white shirt and dark tie. At first only the quiet monotonous squeaking of the fan can be heard, before footsteps approach the door of the small office. Marlowe's gaze goes to the door, through whose frosted glass window the shadow of a head can be seen. Shortly thereafter a mysterious young lady (Lauren Bacall) enters. She wears a long white coat and a broad-brimmed hat, whereby her face remains covered by shade at first. She remains next to the door in front of a wall, on which the parallel shadows of the window blinds are visible diagonally from top to bottom. When their eyes meet, the initially breath (be) robbing scent of the film Noir unfolds like an explosion Wildly roaring, the ceiling fan whirls animalistically opulent, slightly sharp, very spicy and at the same time cool notes of the old school through the room, like the olfactory expression of emotional unleashing in the spatial distance of the protagonists. This camera setting lasts about half an hour, pushing the retarding moment to its peak.
Then, finally, the mysterious lady walks through the room and faces Marlowe, who turns his gaze to the window. Just as the glances separate, the notes also begin to differentiate, the thundering whirl to lie down, to withdraw closer to the performers. Marlowe apparently prefers soapy moosy and slightly fresh green nuances, lights a cigarette, which he suffocates again and again in the earth of a potted plant. The young lady smells of minimal sweetish red and at the same time flowery ambergris. In this shot, the camera circles the protagonists for a good two and a half hours, seems to alternately come closer to his and her character, before the evening sun foggles the amber warm and resinous, the mossy-green-soapy nuances almost fougère-like in color (sometimes you think you can also perceive lavender in the veil) and the fan stops rotating. A dipping period of several hours begins.
A classic of the old school, multi-layered, passionate and mysterious, dialogue-heavy, lengthy and somehow only for certain evenings. Demanding old-schoolers require attention, can exert themselves and want to be well dosed.

(With thanks to Stanze, who gave me a bottle of it)