Top Notes 
Pink pepper
Lemon
Mechanical Eyelash
Heart Notes 
Patchouli
Amber
Base Notes 
Leather
Musk
Vetiver
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About an Old Friend in the Mirror
Uncommented Fragrances No. 89
L'Aventurier, the adventurer, is the latest men's fragrance from Fragonard, one of the last remaining traditional brands from Grasse (founded in 1926), the old capital of perfumes in southern France. Fragonard, this brand that is increasingly moving into the realms of sparsely populated regions between mainstream clearance and drugstore products, remains a troubled child: which fragrance alongside Confidentiel, which also does not work wonders, would even be worth mentioning from this brand? Fragonard, which has never had a major hit in its portfolio, unlike its neighbor Molinard (founded in 1849), whose most legendary scents at least held the flag of southern French perfumery high during the heyday of Grasse; Fragonard, which, in contrast to Galimard (founded in 1747), which at least still strives for quality in some areas, produces pale fragrances without recognition value; this brand is now betting on a solid, almost conservative men's fragrance with its latest scent, which conjures associations of adventure and boldness, moving away from the patterns of mainstream and drugstore brands, making it somehow original again and, within the framework of pricing that should exclude anything like natural ingredients, handcrafted goods, and individual compositions from the outset, almost gets everything modestly right.
Nothing great has emerged, and certainly nothing new, but something that you greet like a dear old friend in the mirror when you become aware of it. He looks just like you, seems terribly familiar, after all, you see him every morning while shaving, but somehow something is different: is it the little scar on the chin (you didn't cut yourself, did you!?), is it the daring look of the daredevil (you were never that brave!?) or is it the longing to start the day with an uncomplicated fragrance, where you don't have to think about whether it emphasizes your self as we Parfumos often expect from ourselves and our fragrances. L'Aventurier is not a true adventurer, but rather the average guy who accompanies you into the adventure of everyday life, into which he sprinkles a light fougère note (synthetic, but charming, one might say) like a hint of something better, whose aura is indeed subtly green, like the label on the famous aluminum bottle that the brand always uses for its men's fragrances, and which actually smells quite different from the ingredients listed above. Specifically, my dears: It does not smell of patchouli, not of vetiver, not of leather, actually not even of lemon. How could it! The entire fragrance is likely (yuck, yuck) to come from the chemical laboratory, which has now (like almost all) also and especially the inexpensive manufacturers from Grasse can afford, and therefore initially smells like all Fragonard men's blends of recent years: somehow like mainstream rubbish. But then there is the aforementioned green, needle-like (coniferous) twist that gives the fragrance this traditional aura. Unfortunately, the base note is again just muddled sweet, so you will soon have to reapply if you want to experience that needle feeling again. But that doesn't matter, because the fragrance is cheap, the aluminum bottle is light and fits, if necessary, with its slim shape into the inner pocket of any of your jackets, and perhaps you even distinguish yourself positively with this average adventurer from your colleagues at the conference table, who probably wear no Rojas, no Amouages, and no expensively auctioned vintage classics, but rather stuff from Boss, Jil Sander, Davidoff, or Paco Rabanne (and by that, I mean the abominations of recent years, not the classic stuff from the 80s or 90s) and all of that is certainly more unspeakable than the compromise between mainstream sludge and drugstore swamp that L'Aventurier embodies. Thus, this newcomer is still not a fragrance for the discerning Parfumo user, but for its solidity and its vague courage to embrace the green fougère style, it at least deserves an average rating (let's say 7.5, which is already quite generous) - and another half point for the fact that despite the shipping costs from France, it still comes to us wannabe adventurers (i.e. men) cheaper than much that smells worse but is housed in prettier bottles. At least in Grasse, they are honest: More doesn't have to cost (this also applies to the fragrances from Galimard). That's why it is now in my collection, even though I am not particularly proud of it.
On to the adventure of life. On to the adventure of everyday life.
I refrain from using exclamation marks.
L'Aventurier, the adventurer, is the latest men's fragrance from Fragonard, one of the last remaining traditional brands from Grasse (founded in 1926), the old capital of perfumes in southern France. Fragonard, this brand that is increasingly moving into the realms of sparsely populated regions between mainstream clearance and drugstore products, remains a troubled child: which fragrance alongside Confidentiel, which also does not work wonders, would even be worth mentioning from this brand? Fragonard, which has never had a major hit in its portfolio, unlike its neighbor Molinard (founded in 1849), whose most legendary scents at least held the flag of southern French perfumery high during the heyday of Grasse; Fragonard, which, in contrast to Galimard (founded in 1747), which at least still strives for quality in some areas, produces pale fragrances without recognition value; this brand is now betting on a solid, almost conservative men's fragrance with its latest scent, which conjures associations of adventure and boldness, moving away from the patterns of mainstream and drugstore brands, making it somehow original again and, within the framework of pricing that should exclude anything like natural ingredients, handcrafted goods, and individual compositions from the outset, almost gets everything modestly right.
Nothing great has emerged, and certainly nothing new, but something that you greet like a dear old friend in the mirror when you become aware of it. He looks just like you, seems terribly familiar, after all, you see him every morning while shaving, but somehow something is different: is it the little scar on the chin (you didn't cut yourself, did you!?), is it the daring look of the daredevil (you were never that brave!?) or is it the longing to start the day with an uncomplicated fragrance, where you don't have to think about whether it emphasizes your self as we Parfumos often expect from ourselves and our fragrances. L'Aventurier is not a true adventurer, but rather the average guy who accompanies you into the adventure of everyday life, into which he sprinkles a light fougère note (synthetic, but charming, one might say) like a hint of something better, whose aura is indeed subtly green, like the label on the famous aluminum bottle that the brand always uses for its men's fragrances, and which actually smells quite different from the ingredients listed above. Specifically, my dears: It does not smell of patchouli, not of vetiver, not of leather, actually not even of lemon. How could it! The entire fragrance is likely (yuck, yuck) to come from the chemical laboratory, which has now (like almost all) also and especially the inexpensive manufacturers from Grasse can afford, and therefore initially smells like all Fragonard men's blends of recent years: somehow like mainstream rubbish. But then there is the aforementioned green, needle-like (coniferous) twist that gives the fragrance this traditional aura. Unfortunately, the base note is again just muddled sweet, so you will soon have to reapply if you want to experience that needle feeling again. But that doesn't matter, because the fragrance is cheap, the aluminum bottle is light and fits, if necessary, with its slim shape into the inner pocket of any of your jackets, and perhaps you even distinguish yourself positively with this average adventurer from your colleagues at the conference table, who probably wear no Rojas, no Amouages, and no expensively auctioned vintage classics, but rather stuff from Boss, Jil Sander, Davidoff, or Paco Rabanne (and by that, I mean the abominations of recent years, not the classic stuff from the 80s or 90s) and all of that is certainly more unspeakable than the compromise between mainstream sludge and drugstore swamp that L'Aventurier embodies. Thus, this newcomer is still not a fragrance for the discerning Parfumo user, but for its solidity and its vague courage to embrace the green fougère style, it at least deserves an average rating (let's say 7.5, which is already quite generous) - and another half point for the fact that despite the shipping costs from France, it still comes to us wannabe adventurers (i.e. men) cheaper than much that smells worse but is housed in prettier bottles. At least in Grasse, they are honest: More doesn't have to cost (this also applies to the fragrances from Galimard). That's why it is now in my collection, even though I am not particularly proud of it.
On to the adventure of life. On to the adventure of everyday life.
I refrain from using exclamation marks.
Updated on 08/04/2018
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