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London Queens Club
At last. Apparently it had to take more than 35 years for this masterpiece to come back into my possession. And at a relatively affordable price.
Of course, it brings back memories, not just a few, and associations (as with all fragrances that you revisit after years of abstinence).
In addition, there are of course very high expectations coupled with the changes in the fragrance over the years. But after deducting the cons and balancing out the personal plus points, there was still no disappointment. Quite the opposite. I was rewarded with an extraordinary fragrance experience that triggered a great head cinema.
Sport de Paco Rabanne or Paco Rabanne Eau de Sport is a sports fragrance, but not as we know it today or as it is understood today. A fragrance for the gentleman sportsman from days not so long ago. It reminds me a lot of Jean Patou Lacoste, although this one is 18 years older. And here we already have a change of scene:
London, 1988
Queens Club
The Stella Artois Championships
Singles, Semifinals
Guy Forget, French gentleman player, serves. Serve and volley to perfection. Bergamot and citrus notes skillfully waft around his body and even reach ball boys and linesmen. He prances light-footedly across the grass and reaches the tie break after forty minutes, which he unfortunately loses after a tough battle. In the second set, he is still dancing in swathes of green and soapy notes and still moves elegantly, but after an hour and twenty-five minutes, his dream of the grand final is shattered. His opponent stands at the net waiting for the handshake. Even before Guy reaches the net, he notices a masculine scent of oakmoss and vetiver and wonders how you can still smell so good after such a tough match. The opponent was Stefan Edberg.
BB won the final on Sunday.
Of course, it brings back memories, not just a few, and associations (as with all fragrances that you revisit after years of abstinence).
In addition, there are of course very high expectations coupled with the changes in the fragrance over the years. But after deducting the cons and balancing out the personal plus points, there was still no disappointment. Quite the opposite. I was rewarded with an extraordinary fragrance experience that triggered a great head cinema.
Sport de Paco Rabanne or Paco Rabanne Eau de Sport is a sports fragrance, but not as we know it today or as it is understood today. A fragrance for the gentleman sportsman from days not so long ago. It reminds me a lot of Jean Patou Lacoste, although this one is 18 years older. And here we already have a change of scene:
London, 1988
Queens Club
The Stella Artois Championships
Singles, Semifinals
Guy Forget, French gentleman player, serves. Serve and volley to perfection. Bergamot and citrus notes skillfully waft around his body and even reach ball boys and linesmen. He prances light-footedly across the grass and reaches the tie break after forty minutes, which he unfortunately loses after a tough battle. In the second set, he is still dancing in swathes of green and soapy notes and still moves elegantly, but after an hour and twenty-five minutes, his dream of the grand final is shattered. His opponent stands at the net waiting for the handshake. Even before Guy reaches the net, he notices a masculine scent of oakmoss and vetiver and wonders how you can still smell so good after such a tough match. The opponent was Stefan Edberg.
BB won the final on Sunday.
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Man, he's ugly as hell
Once again a memory of the 80s, my youth with head hair and the upper Italian Laghi after the motto: there was still something or someone...
Sergio Soldano Black, formerly just Sergio Soldano. Black flacon for Uomini and white for Donne. The brand has disappeared from the market even in Italy except for the fragrance division. Former competitors like Enrico Coveri, Renato Balestra or Roberto Capucci still live a modest life in the form of key rings, purses, socks or underpants, but Sergio Soldano disappeared without a trace.
The flacon, a fake of Trussardi Uomo 83, is butt-ugly, but fits the times (open shirt and gold kettle, convertible, Ray B’)
Arrogance Uomo 87 also copies the Trussardi flacon, but almost perfectly. Of course, who knows Roccobarocco Fashion Man, a flacon in the form of a Zippo, black rubberized, whereby the rubber after a few months develops a disgusting rancid surface reminiscent of adhesive strips for catching flies, will appreciate this flacon at least haptic.
The spray button is flawless.
The fragrance is a brother in spirit of Arrogance pour Homme 82. That's what the Italians can do. Copy themselves and thus cover their tracks. It starts freshly woody with nicely dominating musk, then turns floral green and patchouli hits through nicely delicious at the end. Synthetics are strangely completely absent, though from the look and feel I would have strongly suspected them. An all-rounder that is wearable all year round, beyond 30 I would think charming.
Sergio Soldano Black, formerly just Sergio Soldano. Black flacon for Uomini and white for Donne. The brand has disappeared from the market even in Italy except for the fragrance division. Former competitors like Enrico Coveri, Renato Balestra or Roberto Capucci still live a modest life in the form of key rings, purses, socks or underpants, but Sergio Soldano disappeared without a trace.
The flacon, a fake of Trussardi Uomo 83, is butt-ugly, but fits the times (open shirt and gold kettle, convertible, Ray B’)
Arrogance Uomo 87 also copies the Trussardi flacon, but almost perfectly. Of course, who knows Roccobarocco Fashion Man, a flacon in the form of a Zippo, black rubberized, whereby the rubber after a few months develops a disgusting rancid surface reminiscent of adhesive strips for catching flies, will appreciate this flacon at least haptic.
The spray button is flawless.
The fragrance is a brother in spirit of Arrogance pour Homme 82. That's what the Italians can do. Copy themselves and thus cover their tracks. It starts freshly woody with nicely dominating musk, then turns floral green and patchouli hits through nicely delicious at the end. Synthetics are strangely completely absent, though from the look and feel I would have strongly suspected them. An all-rounder that is wearable all year round, beyond 30 I would think charming.
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Bullitt says hello
For many years I ran after him, was close on his heels, had him already in my clutches, and yet he escaped me again.
The scent of my father, always in his men's handbag (in the seventies, one (s) wore that; very säxy) and if times the air was pure then I sprayed very secretly and gently. It was the scent of the big wide world and I was ten or eleven.
When Lapidus pour Homme came on the market, I thought: old wine in young bottles. Far from it.
A few years ago I was able to discover it at an Italian online supplier and order it for expensive money. Money debited and package never arrived. Took forever until I got my refund. Passed up the desire for him, but a week ago I was browsing through an Austrian private sale site and by chance I discovered him. This time it worked out. The price was very reasonable and my risk tolerance was low. Luck also played a role, because the scent is 1A in order.
The scent of the big wide world. Steve McQueen drives in his dark green Ford Mustang Fastback through the streets of San Francisco wrapped in a leather aura. So must be man, at least in 1978. The film is of course a good ten years older, but the head cinema just makes itself independent and creates its own versions. Beaver horny and incense are still clearly recognizable. Who loves plain finds here a nice cousin, priced rather a twin....
The scent of my father, always in his men's handbag (in the seventies, one (s) wore that; very säxy) and if times the air was pure then I sprayed very secretly and gently. It was the scent of the big wide world and I was ten or eleven.
When Lapidus pour Homme came on the market, I thought: old wine in young bottles. Far from it.
A few years ago I was able to discover it at an Italian online supplier and order it for expensive money. Money debited and package never arrived. Took forever until I got my refund. Passed up the desire for him, but a week ago I was browsing through an Austrian private sale site and by chance I discovered him. This time it worked out. The price was very reasonable and my risk tolerance was low. Luck also played a role, because the scent is 1A in order.
The scent of the big wide world. Steve McQueen drives in his dark green Ford Mustang Fastback through the streets of San Francisco wrapped in a leather aura. So must be man, at least in 1978. The film is of course a good ten years older, but the head cinema just makes itself independent and creates its own versions. Beaver horny and incense are still clearly recognizable. Who loves plain finds here a nice cousin, priced rather a twin....
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The day before yesterday in the herb disco
Weruska & Joel, the comanche of the Italian fragrance industry, a brother in the spirit of SDI, has been following the trail of Basile Uomo for some time now. Basile was surrounded, captured, and set up. But you have to be grateful to Weruska & Joel that this wonderful fragrance still exists. But at prices that don't necessarily make the consumer reach for this fragrance. After all, € 6.99 for after shave and € 8.99 for eau de toilette is out of the question, isn't it (discount drugstores in Italy, not available this side of the Alps)? Trash? Crap?
Anyway.
Both versions, the one from 1987 and the one from 2002, whereby the latter has been revised in the meantime, are very similar. Those who like R de Capucci or Enrico Coveri Pour Homme will find what they are looking for. Forest and moss and green green green.
A herb disco like in the old days
So 1988 at the northern Italian lakes, in a motorboat at Lake Maggiore, hair blowing in the wind, Antonello Venditti is streaming out of the denon box, the fashion reminds of Miami Vice and in the evening at the disco wrapped in Basile Uomo, but the pretty Bionda is sticking to my side. Wouldn't have missed it for the world...
Ho finito.
Anyway.
Both versions, the one from 1987 and the one from 2002, whereby the latter has been revised in the meantime, are very similar. Those who like R de Capucci or Enrico Coveri Pour Homme will find what they are looking for. Forest and moss and green green green.
A herb disco like in the old days
So 1988 at the northern Italian lakes, in a motorboat at Lake Maggiore, hair blowing in the wind, Antonello Venditti is streaming out of the denon box, the fashion reminds of Miami Vice and in the evening at the disco wrapped in Basile Uomo, but the pretty Bionda is sticking to my side. Wouldn't have missed it for the world...
Ho finito.
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