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Niche times not about price but outlets - actually this fragrance seems to be almost only available online, at least I have never seen it in a perfumery.

Bentley may be a luxury car brand, but in the case of perfume that can be a bad omen. But this one is far too good for a car fragrance. An ambitious composition with an unfortunately too small budget - but chapeau what Mme. Lorson has achieved here - compared, for example, with the ten times more expensive but much more simply constructed Sir George by (at least nominally) Alberto Morrillas (which is probably even less expensive to produce than the Bentley).

As a perfume conservative, it's all a bit much for me here, of course, it goes a bit in the direction of a gold chain and chest hair under an open shirt: boozy, spicy, laurel-pepper, sweet-resinoid-leathery. It has distant similarities to Idole de Lubin, but is more transparent and has a clearer, more sophisticated construction. Unfortunately, the synthetic veil hangs over everything - I would like to smell the formula with twice the budget. Nevertheless, Bentley for Men is no worse than many mass-market products from Tom Ford, Amouage, Creed etc. and still a third cheaper than countless mass-market fragrances that smell no better and often much worse. Just for proving that you can still sell a fragrance of this type for €25 with a profit margin, Bentley deserves a prize and anyone who likes the style will definitely be happy. I like to wear it very sparingly from time to time, but in principle I clearly prefer the Gucci revenant Bentley Absolute.

Based on the fragrance notes, I would have expected a perfume in the style of Goutal's Eau du Sud or Aeroplane by Detaille, but in my perception Citron Citron is mainly candied lemon - probably an effect of the sweet lime combined with the other citrus notes. It lacks the tangy freshness of Trumper's Limes or the juicy intensity of the brilliant M. Balmain iteration of the 90s and instead of the charmingly dirty basil-citrus duet of the unsurpassable Goutal classic, which really lingers for a citrus duet and also comes across as beautifully French, Lyn Harris' creation quickly becomes trivial and disappears into oblivion after a short time. Not bad, but not exactly the "bells of St. Clemens" either Especially not at the absurd price in relation to the quality and brevity. A big "meh".

OK, I can't stand sweet-powdery old-school Fougères most of the time, it's a nasal agony on the level of plastic aquatics and shower yellow bombs for me. So in that sense, Mr Balode is a doomed man. And indeed, I find him horrible. A stabbingly iridescent start. Instead of clear lavender or other fresh green notes, a very unpleasant powdery-soapy mishmash towards the perfumery department shortly before closing time. Partly scratchy-sweet (Tonka can be so beautiful), partly greenish-violet-like (fractionated Ionone?), partly powdery, partly pungent woody - "everything I hate about perfume" and that with a natural scent?! A horror fougère at the other end of the scale of the brilliant Heart of Darkness by Providence Perfume. In the drydown it becomes a bit spicier and fruity notes appear in the background, but it remains a nose burner without a spine. For me a compositionally helpless variant of Biehl's eo02, which on the other hand smoothly and perfectly modernizes a classic scent scheme and makes it interesting with Davana. While others - also appreciated by me - classify Nasen Balode as one of the better Florascent fragrances, for me it is the worst so far.

The Savile Row Company has about as much to do with the Savile Row as Lidl has with Harrods. Here, in a distant reminiscence of the classic English style, cheap shirts and suits in Vietnam or China are knit together, of course styled down to the mainstream taste. Like Charles Tyrwhitt, only one step under. So what can you expect from perfume? Certainly not a real Savile Row level, so a classic Geo. F. Trumper fragrance. But perhaps something English worthy of an award, like the excellent Woods of Windsor? Nothing. As the Adcopy reveals, this fragrance is designed for the "modern man," not for the gentleman and consequently has nothing to do with English perfume tradition. The fragrance pyramid is - literally - sunk and lied to. The bottom line is that this is nothing more than a cheap, interchangeable industrial fragrance, an ambroxan stinker at Otto-Kern-Level. In this respect, the TK-Maxx Grabbelkiste is the right choice for 10 Euro.

Gentry from Kent. Lives a long time in London. Eton, Cambridge, Sandhurst, a few years India, Italy, Berlin, then Ministry. One hears very well read, Patriot, of course, but a cosmopolitan - he likes to eat caraway. Knows Elgar personally. The suits of Anderson & Sheppard. Always muted, classic, unobtrusively elegant, but pay attention to the handkerchiefs - discreet eccentricity, sense of humour and an aesthete, always a jasmine blossom in the lapel - he has contacts to Kew - and can be sent by regimental colleagues sandalwood from India. Often at the Liberal Club. Really the perfect gentleman this Astor. A very fine chap indeed.