Duftreise

In 2004, on a tight budget, I was faced with a choice at Douglas: Gucci Homme or Eau d'Issey. It then became the latter. The story of the Issey does not belong here, it was very amicable, that much is revealed. I only came across the Gucci again when the Gucci II was discontinued and the double lament broke out. I had tested the Gucci II during the sale and found it to be quite okay. Curiosity then ensured a vintage bottling of the number 1 and lo and behold, remorse set in. He's so exciting and in fact I remember well in 2004, I found that also at the time, but I did not have the courage to grab.
Well, what's exciting about it: it's just different and yet incredibly balanced. Incense-woody-spicy, slightly sweet but not too much, a bit floral and citrusy but far from a cologne.
It provides the fantastic feeling of growing a few inches, the steps are lighter, you're more present. It would be interesting to know counterfactually one's biography as a what-if. Would life (which I have nothing wrong with!) have been different had I chosen him?
Well: would-have-....

Okay, he's a tough one. The head at the first encounter leucoplast (Camphor? Eucalyptus?). Pooh, medial. Also has pleasant associations: well-medicated. But then wonderful dry (tube)rose. Light. Is that possible, light flower and yet masculine? Yes! On a blacktie occasion it brings the exalted feeling of all-round appropriate presence. In winter and summer. Far from the mainstream and yet pleasantly unobtrusive as it progresses. Which, however, can also be used without further transformation. For the dance floor, it's better to add a spray from the bag filling. Almost no drydown, but still the tuxedo shirt is pleasantly fresh the next day.