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There are these fragrances that hardly impress me when I spray them on a test strip or for the first time on my skin. Dior Homme Intense is undoubtedly one of them. Of course, this is always a matter of personal taste and also of olfactory condition of the day. For me, the overall construct is significantly too powdery in the first half hour. I tend to prefer fresh-woody or spicy-citrusy scents. And only in the rarest cases do I smell what the ingredient list has in store for me. Lavender? Only with a lot of imagination! Meanwhile, I have several real blooming lavender varieties on my rooftop terrace and I really, really like this scent.
Of course, Dior Homme Intense is not designed for me to spray it on in the office. But when I come home late at night and can't keep my nose away from my arm, then quite a bit must have gone right in the fragrance development. Dior Homme Intense is warm and sweet without being cloying, like so much from Gaultier or Mugler. In MY nose, mind you! I also openly admit: I don't know exactly what pure vetiver or pure cedarwood smells like, so I can only associate.
After the powdery start, Dior Homme Intense develops an extremely elegant and harmonious note that lingers on the skin and in the brain folds for a very long time. A bit of powder remains, of course, but woody-sweet takes the lead in the long run. However, it is not as gourmand as, for example, CH Men Privé, which I consider suitable for the same occasions. In my life, there aren't enough of those (weddings, Christmas parties, anniversaries, etc.), which is why it is not a favorite fragrance for me. Rather, it's one that I would wear when I dress up for a celebration in a suit and tie... Then, however, I really enjoy it!
Of course, Dior Homme Intense is not designed for me to spray it on in the office. But when I come home late at night and can't keep my nose away from my arm, then quite a bit must have gone right in the fragrance development. Dior Homme Intense is warm and sweet without being cloying, like so much from Gaultier or Mugler. In MY nose, mind you! I also openly admit: I don't know exactly what pure vetiver or pure cedarwood smells like, so I can only associate.
After the powdery start, Dior Homme Intense develops an extremely elegant and harmonious note that lingers on the skin and in the brain folds for a very long time. A bit of powder remains, of course, but woody-sweet takes the lead in the long run. However, it is not as gourmand as, for example, CH Men Privé, which I consider suitable for the same occasions. In my life, there aren't enough of those (weddings, Christmas parties, anniversaries, etc.), which is why it is not a favorite fragrance for me. Rather, it's one that I would wear when I dress up for a celebration in a suit and tie... Then, however, I really enjoy it!
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Ginger-Leather Monster
As a young-at-heart man in my late forties, my perfume cabinet finally needed a refresh. I hadn’t really taken care of replenishing my collection for a long time and diligently wore my Ultraviolet by Paco Rabanne and my Givenchy Play Intense. Now, I wanted something new or rather something old that reminded me of the beginnings of my daily "oiling" around 25 years ago. Unfortunately, most of my favorites from back then are no longer available: no Bogner Man, no Lagerfeld Photo, no Davidoff Good Life.
Through this forum, I stumbled upon Zino, which I didn’t know from before, and which is available for a mere 20 euros for 100 ml on Amazon. I have no idea if it’s the original or a counterfeit. I ordered blindly and was surprised by a sillage that is unmatched and that I could still perceive even after showering.
But let’s get to the most important part: the scent itself. Given its year of release, I have to resort to old-fashioned words and movie quotes here. Davidoff Zino is a real, unrefined roughneck. "Yippie Ya Yeah, piggy!" one might want to shout, because this scent roars just like that, in my opinion. A shrill performance that I associate with the color squeaky yellow.
Which brings us to the problem. I am not an olfactory expert, I don’t pick out the finest nuances of any essence; on the contrary: what Zino reminds me of most is ginger, even though it’s not even on the "ingredient list." However, since raspberry flavoring for the food industry is often derived from cedarwood these days, that doesn’t necessarily mean anything, right?! Two spritzes were enough, and I felt like I was bathed in ginger lemonade. Later, leather and vanilla joined in (for me personally, mind you). At first, I was quite taken with this scent cocktail, but over the course of an evening in the club, I could no longer stand my own scent.
What I want to give Zino credit for is its uniqueness far from the mainstream. It fits very well into the popcorn cinema of the 1980s, and when I think of the right types, Bruce Willis and Terence Hill come to mind quite quickly (for whatever reason). However, for me, that’s not it: too shrill, too unbalanced, too penetrating. And while I’m at it, embarrassing myself: where is the ginger freshness that is mentioned nowhere but that I smell above all else???
Through this forum, I stumbled upon Zino, which I didn’t know from before, and which is available for a mere 20 euros for 100 ml on Amazon. I have no idea if it’s the original or a counterfeit. I ordered blindly and was surprised by a sillage that is unmatched and that I could still perceive even after showering.
But let’s get to the most important part: the scent itself. Given its year of release, I have to resort to old-fashioned words and movie quotes here. Davidoff Zino is a real, unrefined roughneck. "Yippie Ya Yeah, piggy!" one might want to shout, because this scent roars just like that, in my opinion. A shrill performance that I associate with the color squeaky yellow.
Which brings us to the problem. I am not an olfactory expert, I don’t pick out the finest nuances of any essence; on the contrary: what Zino reminds me of most is ginger, even though it’s not even on the "ingredient list." However, since raspberry flavoring for the food industry is often derived from cedarwood these days, that doesn’t necessarily mean anything, right?! Two spritzes were enough, and I felt like I was bathed in ginger lemonade. Later, leather and vanilla joined in (for me personally, mind you). At first, I was quite taken with this scent cocktail, but over the course of an evening in the club, I could no longer stand my own scent.
What I want to give Zino credit for is its uniqueness far from the mainstream. It fits very well into the popcorn cinema of the 1980s, and when I think of the right types, Bruce Willis and Terence Hill come to mind quite quickly (for whatever reason). However, for me, that’s not it: too shrill, too unbalanced, too penetrating. And while I’m at it, embarrassing myself: where is the ginger freshness that is mentioned nowhere but that I smell above all else???
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