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Last night I dreamed I was back in the 80s...
If this sentence, stolen from Daphne du Maurier, sounds familiar, you might remember how the protagonist of Hitchcock's classic Rebecca notes how wonderful it would be to bottle beautiful moments, like perfumes, so that they can be brought out occasionally to relive those moments. And yes, it is possible! Jil Sander's Man 3, my absolute favorite scent since forever, instantly transports me back to that carefree, lighthearted decade, before cell phones and YouTube, when everything seemed possible! Like no other fragrance, whether artificial or natural, Man 3 represents my teenage years! Not that I would want to be that age again, but this unmatched, never replicated scent stands for everything that was good and exciting in that part of my life.
After Sander's Man Pure, it was the second EdT I ever owned. An absolutely unique fragrance that I wore for years, always two steps ahead of me, and that everyone who knew me associated with me. I definitely do not belong to those scent hounds who can even sniff out the perfumer's favorite chewing gum brand. For me, only the result counts, meaning I either like it or I don't, along with the fact that you don't smell the respective fragrance on every second Stefan Schneckenschiss, like Cool Water for example. Not a fundamentally bad scent, but one that was completely overexposed 20 years ago!
The green herbal water was never that! While Cool Water was as present for decades as toilet bowl cleaners in the 70s, I hardly know a handful of people who have ever used Man 3. Such an extraordinary scent that I could never put into words. Or could I? Cool, superficial, not too profound, yet promising and mysterious. Nowadays, at least 50% of all men's fragrances smell like mediocre imitations of French originals. It is not easy to find something special. Even in the price range starting at 100 euros, originality is not necessarily on the agenda - I've tried a lot. And yet, I still mourn that unique Eau de Toilette that embodies, like no other, the cool anything-is-possible spirit of the decade of Grace Jones, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, UFO jeans, and polo shirts.
Fortunately, this chemical bomb is remarkably time-resistant, so every now and then I take my last remaining sample from the fridge, dab a little on my arm, and take a small trip back to the 80s! Wild boys always shine... ;-) Thanks for the memories, Mrs. Sander.
After Sander's Man Pure, it was the second EdT I ever owned. An absolutely unique fragrance that I wore for years, always two steps ahead of me, and that everyone who knew me associated with me. I definitely do not belong to those scent hounds who can even sniff out the perfumer's favorite chewing gum brand. For me, only the result counts, meaning I either like it or I don't, along with the fact that you don't smell the respective fragrance on every second Stefan Schneckenschiss, like Cool Water for example. Not a fundamentally bad scent, but one that was completely overexposed 20 years ago!
The green herbal water was never that! While Cool Water was as present for decades as toilet bowl cleaners in the 70s, I hardly know a handful of people who have ever used Man 3. Such an extraordinary scent that I could never put into words. Or could I? Cool, superficial, not too profound, yet promising and mysterious. Nowadays, at least 50% of all men's fragrances smell like mediocre imitations of French originals. It is not easy to find something special. Even in the price range starting at 100 euros, originality is not necessarily on the agenda - I've tried a lot. And yet, I still mourn that unique Eau de Toilette that embodies, like no other, the cool anything-is-possible spirit of the decade of Grace Jones, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, UFO jeans, and polo shirts.
Fortunately, this chemical bomb is remarkably time-resistant, so every now and then I take my last remaining sample from the fridge, dab a little on my arm, and take a small trip back to the 80s! Wild boys always shine... ;-) Thanks for the memories, Mrs. Sander.
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