Bobby

At the beginning, I perceive the leafy, grassy citricity of Creed's Original Vetiver.
What Creed achieves through bitter orange and vetiver, Mugler manages simply through petitgrain - the alternation of unripe fruit and foliage of bitter orange.
As extremely clear as the pyramid comes across, Come Together is clear, essential, natural and airy on the skin for now.
"In my very small collection, the Mugler will displace the Creed, since he can still pull the trump card white musk in the back", I still think there. Theoretically, this would also make my musk favorite Etro Musk superfluous, but it has a different theme besides the also light-airy citrus: implied lemon and the sea. The Mugler, on the other hand, tells of implied orange and wet grass.

And while I'm still looking forward to a fluffy musk base, the fragrance just dies halfway through: the orange dries up, the grass blows away, the musk doesn't even look past. I'm truly not a fanatic about expansive longevity, but I've never had anything so half-baked under my nose. There's no base. Too bad. If I only had 20 minutes to live, I'd spray it on. Otherwise, no.

No, this fragrance is not spectacular, if by that you mean fierce longevity, sillage, development, projection, etc. He is linear after a little less than an hour, and he is almost from the beginning close to the body.
The innovation trophy is also narrowly missed, one does not feel that the individual components have now never smelled.
But the clear, stringent, unexcited execution of the musk theme is still spectacularly successful for me. Now musk is a wide field, so it must first be narrowed down WHICH musk is to be found here: no oriental, no real anyway and also no sultry-floral. But a matte-salty, skin, wind and waves similar light green-grey air musk, which conjures the smell on my skin in the middle of the city, which the skin takes after a windy day at the sea. The subtle woody-fresh undertone is reminiscent of Bvlgari's "Pour homme", the opening of the bergamot in "Oolang Infini" by Atelier Cologne. And the tea that both fragrances mentioned have in common, Musk kind of has that too. Almost reassured me that this note has been mentioned here below before...
For one, as is often the case with musk, Musk is then quite perceptible, albeit in waves and not consistently. And for anyone very close to you, too. I like it that way.
For me, Musk manages to do what I find so rare in musky scents: a perfect symbiosis with the skin into a soapy, citrusy, fluffy cool sea foam aroma. Absolutely addictive.

Is it the word Siberian pine that makes me hope for wild nature? Is it the frankincense that makes me think of ethereal smoke? Is it the oak moss that makes me expect harsh masculinity?
None of this will be redeemed in any case.

But it is also sometimes a curse how everyday smells frame our nose: There is, for example, the lemon toilet cleaner trap, which makes it so difficult not to think of cleaning agents when thinking of citric scents, there is the pine-needle bath additive trap, which makes many attempts to create natural forest scents fail because of associations with the splashing of the bathtub (which is of course both crazy, because these everyday smells are in turn based on nature. About as crazy as an opera visitor jumping up in a Verdi opera and shouting: "That's from the pizza ad!)

Tribute to cortina, in any case, fails for me because of the eucalyptus candy trap.

This failure can be imagined something like this:
A polar explorer leaves his research station highly motivated on a freezing cold Siberian winter morning. The dog is harnessed to the sled, it is to go on an extended expedition to take rock samples, maintain measuring equipment and document the melting of the ice cover due to climate change at the temperature station about 20 km away.
Everything is ready, the sky is blue, the spicy freshness of pine, pepper and wild thyme is in the air. We're ready to go.
Actually
Because when reaching into the outer dimensions of his functional jacket, our fresh air fan unexpectedly feels a sticky eucalyptus candy.
Without thinking, he unwraps it and shoves it in his mouth.
This is a mistake, because this actually incidental action sets a causal chain in motion, at the end of which the failure of the expedition will be the result: The man unexpectedly becomes a boy again, because he feels taken back to his childhood, in which his mother had always placed a bowl of just these sweets on the telephone table in the hallway. The memory comes suddenly and violently. Tears come to his eyes. Suddenly, he no longer feels like cold and adventure, but like comfort, warmth and security. He no longer feels like rough adventure, but rather home comfort.
The dog, although protesting, is unleashed again, our researcher crunches through the snow back to the station. The expedition is cancelled. Koala instead of polar bear.
Once back inside (it's only been 20 minutes since the beginning), the hero is greeted by an increasingly musty smell of wet dog, a camphor-like, out-of-round mumbling. Fortunately, this soon subsides and, after a few logs have been placed in the open fireplace, it finally becomes a cosy, slightly sweetish scent, marked by tonka and amber, which fills the room. Aromatic-etheric herbaceousness makes dog and master in front of the fireplace dream of adventures that may be experienced another time. At least not today.

What else? Application period most likely winter, cost 1,50 € per ml, quite nice bottle (the lid!), decent silage, short shelf life

Obviously I am not the first one who changed his mind about Royal Oud.
At the first test a few years ago, I found the bitter, humourless opening reason enough to give the thing a wide berth. It is particularly repellent and unattractive, especially on the scent strip. On the skin, however, to move on to my change of mind, the idea of the base comes across directly (recently I gave a great explanation here, which I can't reproduce in detail, but which was about the difficulty of "transporting" the heavier scents over the paper, compared to e.g. the citrus notes), which shifts the prelude at least from "repellent" to "interesting"
What remains: for me this is not a citric head note. There is simply too little acidity for that. The bitter dominates
That doesn't make him a fresh summer scent for me. But it is an excellent scent for autumn, because it reminds me of the bitter-sweet note of fallen leaves.
I had already liked the base back then - cuddly, cosy, warm-sweet and cosy.
And autumn has always been my favourite season, and now I have finally found a suitable perfume

It is so difficult and at the same time so easy to find the right summer scent.

Not too heavy, not too light, not too complex, not too shallow, not too hard, not too soft, not too dark, not too pale, not too cheap, not too rich, not too office, not too sheikh

Somehow, at 40 degrees in the shade, I am more quickly annoyed by little things that could disturb a fragrance than in winter, when I am tolerant and relaxed, shaking the most diverse spices, drinks and woods on my skin...

My "but-yes-but-no-side-of-the-difference" from last summer:
Yuzu from Issey Myake - boring, one-dimensional. Yuzu from Acqua di Parma - too unisex, too good. Dior cologne Sport - not bad, a bit too weak, but one of my favourites, maybe next year again. Chanel Sport eau extreme dingsbums - too tonka-sweet, you almost feel ashamed. Bvlgari pour homme - pretty, pretty good, exaggerated musk, can be a pain in the ass.

Or even this one.
Fresh, direct, present, clearly masculine, well balanced, not obtrusive in any room, but for me long perceptible. Fruity, but a little bit complex because of the leathery touch.
If it gets hot again, I won't do anything wrong
And that's quite a lot, for a summer scent...